The Askance Chapter 4 Part 5a

Truth... Is It true? From somewhere lost atween stolen time Some things left forgotten was remembered Darkness moaning for lights to shine Indefinite yet enticing to have feelings desired Once was love I see… ever once was love in reality I recall how it all withers and shatters, of love and of hate! In turn were dreams dreamt to distant the real world to obscurity How is there evermore of love to recognise and simply await? Yet… she appeared upon my forsaken world In the midst of my dying morality and my enliven dream How is it she sparkles alike a lost, secluded pearl? To have me become aware of once a love to once more seem Unfortunately, with The Ancients to have been inured upon I understand the consequence with which to face in turn To be committed, to share the walks of life and a sense to belong Is as well an invitation to welcome the devil in me to learn! I cannot imagine the limitless acceptance I’m to be asking of her What right have I to commandeer her very soul itself? I cannot imagine likewise, nights after nights of awakening fear To be an enigma, to leave all trace unexplained, let alone to foretell Above all, what I will and must do this instance Is to ensure both Alkaiya and I reach the summit of Mount Ecilia Bearing the undisguised nature to question reason upon reason I cannot help but wonder what ill-fated destiny is to unveil thus far {I remember from the enclosing reality whilst in my wake I was ushering in the ancient dream from months too late The sky was clear without the sign of rain Unlike before, of burdens wept as one into soils it remain With Alkaiya on my back as I climb the treacherous mountains The Askance was levitating close by, though unseen yet was a comforting presence Be that as it may as I entry midway in my torturous climb I do remember nonetheless, from whence the start of… unwind At the beginning, the mountain paths were trees rooted to death No greenness without even the essence of life in a haling breath Yet as I ascend towards the peak, a way opens to falling of leaves Of even scents of life to begin its outspread, simply natural to actually breathe In time, Sylvans were witnessed to be genuine despite fairytales Creatures overseeing forested growths, ensuring life to never fail And as progression strings our pathway into the enriching trees A Sylvan appeared before our way, curious and appalled as one sees}