Zero: Number Eleven

 Black ink scours the lands

In this technological wasteland

I've built for myself thus far,

And although I'm young

I have years of power, of growth

And I wonder how long it will take

My brother, the sworn hero

To take me out himself,

Once and for all?

I don't mind these dark powers

I seem to have been born with,

Nor the knowledge I can contain

But he swears that it is wrong

And I am wrong

And everything of wrong is me.

If I've ever felt emotion

It was taken from me

Shortly after birth.

And now, I am void,

My powers are chaos itself,

And everything is black.

The void calls to me as a familiar,

Asking me to help it spread

It's voluminous, blank wings

And I concur that it is

Tragic to be so useful

Yet so frowned upon.

I am cold.

I am efficient.

I am Zero.

Euros/Eurea/Uros: Number Seven

Worldly balance is the key to greatness

For this earth you all live upon

And the best way to reach it:

To see, to hear, to feel

Recognize the magic all around you

And finally acknowledge,

The questions of the unknown

The veil will blind

All of you from

All of us, in debt to the Fates.

The fire and the water that 

Consumes us all in the end - 

Feel the rivers

Coursing through your veins

And wonder, was it

There this whole time?

And think of me,

My brother, Euphrates,

As you slowly delve into

The great Beyond this plane.