The Askance Chapter 3 Part 4a

The Darkest Of Dream There was a soft whisper at first Alike most other nights when I awaited sleep Trancly lengthen a much enticing verse Receiving silence regardless of my will to seek Like ocean waters washing ashore Like a darken enigma of dreams A denied existence beyond of yore A picturia of what it may seem Am still very much alone And never easier was this path to walk Both worlds as true yet untrue to call my home Where wordings were never a language to talk It was a long while since? And my presence beyond the ancient world wasn’t called for Night after night of silent dreams Perhaps my existence is never to belong afterall! An empty silence fills the ambient The dark had grew ever darker within Though unborn, felt was spirituality across distance And I knew, it was no more to be an ordinary dream There was a shift in temperature I can feel the indifference within my room The air has warmed the chilly atmosphere And I remember not, the sighting of a moon From whence I slept in reality I awoke to ancient fantasy As insecure with limitless uncertainties I see my broken dream with forgotten tranquility {I am to see what I cannot I can feel yet only with thought There was darkness and there was light There were the twin moons amidst this single night The dispersion of conflict thunders upon the earth Beyond this world of hate, will there ever be love? Perhaps evil has finally found a dawning place Or be it the eruptive temper of Alkzadrius had ablaze And blood replaces the water we consume To comprehend, to accept is never too soon An age without seeing, to be blinded by time Hidden atween meanings, left to search for behind To despair is only ever to feel To grief yet never learning to heal And shattered into a thousand pieces graves my soul Comfort I yearn, belongs an eternity to only enfold This night, this dream, I was sitting, I was waiting Have I not learn once to believe only everything With my sword enrooted alongside It shares with me, the aftermath of a world long died Yet the aura within me stays ever so vibrant and rich Though an alter ego remains discontentedly in discreet I’m neither to wonder nor question if my time shall end Only to move upon routes bearing no when With sunken eyes reflecting evidence of endless solitary Alkaiya the Mistress of The Word was then walking towards me Yet… I wanted very much to be left alone Seeking contemplation from a place where once was my home