The Askance Chapter 4 Part 6a

An After Another Of a misguided soul in a misguided time Misfortune is to arise, simply and only simply Yet, I’m in doubt whether learnt have I to entwine To resolve any misguidance as willingly as surely Each passing day, I’m but to think of Alkaiya a little more Perhaps more than necessary to welcome a passing dream And hurtful were thoughts of her mishap to recall Rather in comparison to the real world to have nothing within Given the undesired aspiration, myself am led astray I’m alike a wandering soul, lost in absolute abundance Days spanning into endless nights of dreamless dream had stray Yet solemnly can I only await for the coming of The Ancients And the night is soon to befall once again this moment A quiet night I must say… with a touch of tranquility to feel With burdens degrading away into the very arms of freedom The much awaited time was finally to be seen to have seal To live or to die, I desire to be close The inextinguishable pain is simply too much to bear To love her, becomes now the path I chose To be one with Alkaiya, to the death I’ll share And I embrace the darkness within and without Allowing it to consume my very soul, my existence Yearning my way into the unforgiving portal of doubt Already underway have I realise, was death walked from a distance {She was in my arms on my return to the Ancient realm Her slow deepening breath was enough to overwhelm Alkaiya was dying, the light of her soul was in fade And as helpless as I’ve become, moments were all there awaits I held onto her hand, with a glistening tear beneath my eye And I planted a kiss upon her lips with an aching heart in sigh And as Sylvius the Fallen appeared from behind the door I lay down beside Alkaiya with a conclusion from before} {As of time whence I left The Ancients of the Splendour green I remember as of moments enact to where I last have been Twit the Sylvan was already by the The Fallen’s homestead Cracking his wooden knuckles to have our presence announce and made Before long, Sylvius was upon the front conversing with Twit Seeing the Sylvan making small exaggerating gestures in a heap All seem well with a while to begone and it was before me he stood Introducing himself before acknowledging that he understood And of time was required to have an intent of what be done To leave him be in silent contemplation for a verdict in remand