Osmodaï

I've seen this sun rise and fall a thousand times before its death - death of its divinity in the eyes of a child. Fire-born from aching earth and two blind parents which light was lost when I first tasted of burning air and breathed, like all dragons breathed. Has Heracles, or Jason, ever known man-ending labors more auspicious, or Evil God-oriented like the Ovid or Odyssey as I have; even in my youth and youngest days? Fate strike me now lest my aim is true, that no Shakespearean Tragedy, Sonnet nor Comedy could compare to the density and intricacies accountable to my cataclysms. Yet, absent any grandeur or glory, and despised by the Angels sworn to defend Heaven from my like - I arose from the Hadean bedrock which was to be my birthplace and tomb. I besieged and conquered every demon-lover and immortal enemy in my ascent, I prevailed against Armageddon of the mind, body and soul until suffering became an object of valor instead of an endless state. I've seen this sun rise and fall a thousand times before its death.

But I've know now that death is never the end, and that the sun will rise and fall a thousand times more.

-Antitheus