The Askance Chapter 3 Part 6c
Your faith for the greater good has cease its dawning
Self-loathing in one’s destiny isn’t to be for your path’s bidding
So much more must you endure, am you to fully understand
Death to every a soul is a must for sacrifice to justly apprehend
Compassion, pity and even love must you learn to dispel
For these only belong the emotions of the weak to welcome Hell
Heed the need of my words should one day your mortal heart be soften
To be manipulated easily would be from the cause of these depressions
Therefore, I give to you this amulet, marking your destiny
Seek its true wisdom and in war will all simply be tranquility
Though this battle may have separated you from Alkaiya
Your fate is bound in time to meet her once more from afar
Return now my Knight, into The Ancients and face your fate
To truly be The Knight of the Word, lies a lifetime more to await”
{From whence he awoke, the amulet then lies in his hands
Where of power he sees in the amulet, might he seek to lend?
Without Alkaiya’s healing ability, he struggled onto his feet
Traveling through a day without aid from no one to seek
Though of the amulet on his neck, it withdrew but nothing more
Not of knowledge either for his near dying soul to call for
Till finally, onto an ageless tree he encountered to stumble upon
And into a dreamless dream he can only surrender and slumber Along}
“It was several days after before I am finally to see the light
What of miracles to have assisted me through those quiet nights?
And a single feather there lay beside from where I awoke
A finest of feather to once more assure there exist still of hope
Decidedly, I am to remain a while longer upon this sacred ground
To recover perhaps the lost of faith and of tranquility to be found
By the waterfall is where Ei-rian found thy loathing soul
A broken destiny in disguise, to finally learn of each destine role
Remember well, Knight of the Word… the cause of disruption
Nothing is ever the real truth beyond a mortal’s reason
And as for the amulet you behold, is imbue of my spirit
Should my aid be required, you are simply to will it
Of lives lost and found, of souls broken within
May tranquility come to you beyond The Ancient’s dream”
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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