The Askance Chapter 2 Part 6a
Harm Of Will
To be disturbed by the wake of night
Only too tired to actually know how to feel
Yet dreams awoke for not my sight
So serene perhaps, to understand its real
A story once began, shall never end
Distinct was a memory to remember, to once again believe
And a time indeed, of it to be stolen from this one man
Must an afterlife be a living dream to no longer achieve?
And I refused to admit to this vision I’ve seen
Yet can I be stubborn still, for I’m afterall mystified
Simply I knew it isn’t just an ordinary dream
To realize the warrior being me, did in fact had died
Then came the unholy Askance to assure its all true
Certainly as becoming, the befallen angel Ei-rian, intrude as well
And having lived a life, known to none least the few
I’ll say life is but a dream mirrored reality no others beheld
For the longest while, I know I’m dying from within
Is the Angel of dreams watching over me?
Death smiles while the devil sings
Living a forgotten past, knowing a love is never to be
A demon who speaks, an angel who sighs
Both seeing me as a warrior I never knew I am
Walking a lonely soul where untouched memories denies
Towards a harm of will, as black as any shadow to a man
{Thirteen was a chime heard from the deepest of mind
What once was darkness, was now but lights there shine
The lyrical aria once again voice the children’s cries of agony
Thundering ever louder then before, their unwanted misery
And just as the overpowering chanting had began
Came was then the moment of tranquility when all became calm
His wings, rooted with trails of gold reflects upon his skin of scales
As he emerge finally with an awaited command at his will
Then at the raise of his masculine hand, the children vanish
All that was left, was but me staring at the very greenness of his iris}
“Welcome once again, Knight of the Word
So long yet soon enough is my words to be heard
The past you knew not to live within is perhaps inevitable
Yet to remember to believe, neither is it totally impossible
Visions from time to time one sees, is when one believe
Reality is the only reason you are blinded from to perceive
A mind chooses to follow where one can hear or touch
Simply to a misguided judgment when a feel is just as such
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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