The Askance Chapter 3 Part 3c
With the help from both The Askance and Ei-rian the Befallen
They lifted my tormented curse of the Heaori’s enchantment
And reborn once again, came renewed strength to serve once more The Goddess of Word
Yet the ancient land no longer thunders the voices of humanities to be heard
The uprising balance were rapidly dissolving away like dust
Soon after, the HolyWar cease to an erupt end, Alkzadrius had won at last
Every mortal found were slaughtered, none were to be kept alive
And traveling after many a year, I can only assume few to have survive
All this time, I’m manipulated by fear growing every a year
And fear no more I’m nay to surrender, to know now indeed you are here
As beholders of the Word, our destinies must we realize in time
Sworn with blood, darkness amidst The Ancients is once more to shine”
‘Every battle has its flaw
Every blood has its pain
Time is never a war
Yet peace never remain’
I awoke with a start, knowing nothing… knowing everything
Are there words to describe the world of Ancients in portraiture?
Isn’t at all what it seem, yet isn’t at all an ordinary dream
Perhaps the beauty of the unseen is the spelling of literature
I never would have thought to stumble upon the Mistress of War, Alkaiya
The emptiness within her eyes, casting reflections of a withered soul
Can us both alone be able to reclaim what seem lost forever?
To find the wealth of courage to walk once again the endless morrows
This silent night as I lay on my bed once more
I came to understand why the necessary sacrifices were made
If not for my death amid the time of the HolyWar
A lesson will not be taught and Alkaiya would long since be dead
I share your grief as well your cries, Ei-rian the Befallen
The love being love, where we had found… where we had lost
Our fate stains my tormented soul, torn and abandon
And I solemnly know, I can never return to being whom I ever was
Just today, I was dreaming some love I’ll never have
And now I’m all alone, remembering…beneath the last of a crying star
A soul never to be mine along with a blinded love had left
As Knight of the Word, the distance aforth must I walk so far
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Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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