When worlds were in state of merging and black holes stood behind to feed, in long forgotten age of purging a hero rose in times of need.
Hey-ho, Runterra, it’s your little fella, straight out of Bandle City, right into action witty.
In age where matter quickly changed from smoky gas to liquid fountains, a newborn plane rose widely ranged, rich in heavy particles of mountains.
Since the space originated, elements, colliding, merging, ignited and incinerated, from one to other form converging,
Second of my fundamental worlds.
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Of times ethereal, when space was filled with gassy droughts and planes material were only fetus within clouds
I love him so much it can’t be helped.
Longer than my usual poetry works.
“Where are your friends? Mine are all around.”