The Askance Chapter 2 Part 3b
He needed rest he knew, yet was disturbed by compelling thoughts
If only the war will end, if only another battle will not be fought
He held his amulet, in seeming gesture to absorb strength he needs
And he wanted tears, yet tears were unknown for one to weep
The last he recalled, was the moon casting his sword a silver gleam
And he fell into the deepest dark, only it wasn’t at all a dream
‘Shadows from corpses around began to flourish to life
His movement to defend, only to find nerves don’t comply
He knew death was coming, he knew it was too soon
And helplessly, he searches for the unseen evil there looms
A moment of frantic and then, it stood right before him
Yet he saw only a pair of eyes, a color lifeless and expressly grim
The being left just after a moment longer
What it came for, was perhaps to certify an answer
His suit of armor broke and fell onto the dispersing shadows
Finally he slept and was nevermore awoken to a morrow’
He opens his eyes from a thought of a breaking dawn
And he saw this bloodshed world, he no longer belong
His skin has peeled to reveal a fine texture of serpent-like scales
And wings were grown rooted with veins of golden trails
Upon the ground, he took the amulet when as a mortal he wore
A memory left of ever once the knight if he ever was before
With a new hunger, he seeks knowledge throughout the ‘Ancient’
A devourer of Sins, hence was the birth of The Askance}
“My untimely death is sought through treachery and deceit
Never more truly alive, never as well as dead is not what one would seek
A curse promising death seems familiar now to bind again
Should you foresee either to be, no one is the reason to blame
Perhaps its through me, for whom one had found death in
Yet its from you, I had in turn found life within
Where there is one, there is bound the other
Either let be a never, or be it then forever”
For the very first time
I saw the golden veins as he turn and vanish
This story he left behind
Was no doubt an uncanny decision he wouldn’t relish!
I pondered all that was heard for a while
So similar was the war then and the world today
When The Askance left, a comfort from him I sense somehow
And the time thirteen, was no longer seen pass yesterday
The shadows I notice, lay motionless and still
I guess all there is to be said, needs no more of words
All was well with a subtle comfort I feel
And as I lay on my bed, I no longer counted the ticks that was heard
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Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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