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 ………………………………………………