The Askance Chapter 3 Part 3a

An Aria Beyond A Silent Dream Just yesterday, I was dreaming some love I’ll never have And now I’m sitting all alone, smoking… this night Some soul within that never was mine, seems to have left Like falling stars crying so, fading upon its dying light It was just like a dream, a dream which began it all A fantasy I so thought, a reality now fought The enigmatic world of The Ancients is the world I saw Some place where life is only to belong to the rot I was petrified from the sights of the ungodly world And I fear even more shall come eventually my sleep Betrayal portrays the poison mind from the green of an emerald And I wonder if strength can still be drawn from hearts of the weak Its been a while since, had the befallen and the defier appear I’m lost and very much alone atween a portal through stolen time Though the bond of a steel may assure the undead minions to fear Yet dependency is a weakness without the drop of faith close behind Be it so if I should sleep in reality, I’m awaken otherwise within And upon awakening elsewhere, it isn’t simply a hallucinatory fantasy And as once more, I walk the path beyond ancient’s dream I saw a world lost upon where I stand alone, in complete solitary {With the reality world shut away, despairing never fails to end The darken haze aloof the skies were evidence of time bearing no when Bodies in impossible millions lay lifeless as far as the eye can see With the essence of blood weighing upon the breath of air so free From where I stood, the battle before seems wearily over and forgotten With my sword at hand, I was left mortified with delusions of the tragic moment How is it, a glitter of hope can present itself from this nightmarish hell? Yet I knew, extraordinary from ordinary isn’t just some words to praytell I scan the bloodshed more intensely, knowing not what I may assume to find? And I’m not alone… as something else was heard from behind There was a voice, voicing sadness and sorrow in solemn aria Singing perhaps to the heavens, yearning so to be heard from afar I trail towards the tune and saw a figure standing atop a shadowy stone Cloaked in an armour that at once suggested swiftness, as well a necklace of bones And seen in her hand… she held a crypted bow Where strap over her shoulder, was as well a quiver of arrows