Chronicles of the Unseen

Within us, we bear the absurd, the extraordinary entwined, a tapestry hard to untangle.

Born to the broken amidst the seven stars, on the grand shores of a castle.

Bright blue moons linger low in the ocean's deep, carrying legendary music within.

A Great Sea horde soars above us with swords, arms, and a rare, thunderous roar.

We call ourselves Cernunnos of the deep, with raw green skin and umber antlers,

Unseen until mortals weave the threads of love's sweet melody.

Born with obscured alchemy humming within us, to quell the hate weathered among mortals,

Adorning the bright riches of the unknown ancients, woodland nymphs walk among us, speaking our tongue to sing our hymns.

Folk tales about us remain enigmatic to mortals, a narrative of divinity and lurking darkness,

The golden breeze carries our scent, mortals bowing before our sublime essence.

Our grey eyes hold the knowledge of light, forging truth and a timeless voice,

We carry everything absurd within us, endless possibilities in the stillness of time.

We are the unacceptable, cursed by the broken, alive and dead, yet walking among them, unknown.