The Dawn Sentinel pt2

                             The Dawn Sentinel pt2

Having summoned the forbidden guardians here in the heart

of the palace, illusion floats in anticipation while breathing

conjuration with ritual dress in unbounded souls, spellbound.

Revealing its kingdom, old sorrows, and shadows of the past.

But the invocation has changed.

The omen is now revealed, as the yellow carpet flies wingless 

Throughout the palace, a tempting abyss, one to run with

insanity from whispering noise.

The solar goddess seduced senses in claiming her supernatural

Kin have arrived as guardians of the light barrier of the higher self.

Her aura and presence eclipse the art of deception in the air.

As the inner illusion finally fractures, broken and cast aside.

Those symbols in the elements, a sudden burst of liquid amber.

The ancient invocation has ceased.

The palace air thickens with the scent of ozone, filled with scorched

Hot stones. Beneath the vaulted ceiling, give way, and loud squealing. 

It can be felt throughout the royal residence.

The marble surface began pulsating, and the spider's webbing silk swelled

In deformation glow, shivers as the once forbidden shrine collapses.

And crushed under an unseen weight.

No more weeping elegies; by the celestial armor.

The solar Goddess descends, and with her come the sentinels.

They manifested in white energy; their presence smelled of the

 direction of the sun and ancient lighting.

Their eyes are effervescent, bubbling with the fire of fluorescence.

Molten gold, stripping the veil from every corner, until the shadows

They start screaming as they dissolve, while dismantling the old altars.

With hands of eternal flame.

 The old god has been burned out.

 And Dawn Sentinels now stand watch over the ashes.