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