This was written by a previous incarnation of mine (LoneMonkey) about a previous incarnation of the game.
For the BtV Poetry slam 2015 (sadly it never went ahead)
Still relevant and riddled with spoilers throughout.
Bound by LoneMonkey
An inception, instrumental to the path.
A calling, from a filth born wrath.
A rapture, from the loins of Lilith.
A lancing spite, at the core of a distant Zenith.
A fever, to a pitch of insanity.
And the red red bed, And i - A Knight of duality.
The morning, never had a light so worthy.
Yet my Fusang heart, had never been so thirsty.
From a middle town and the solo-man.
To a tower dark and the end game plan.
An age, was just passing time.
Until awakened deep, Within a blue ridged mine.
The bird of blackness - To that bird i prayed.
For my beautiful wings - How could one disobey?
A fear of the dreaming - shot down in Anima ray.
I could not - for the love of Kisikililake.