The Askance Chapter 4 Part 6a
An After Another
Of a misguided soul in a misguided time
Misfortune is to arise, simply and only simply
Yet, I’m in doubt whether learnt have I to entwine
To resolve any misguidance as willingly as surely
Each passing day, I’m but to think of Alkaiya a little more
Perhaps more than necessary to welcome a passing dream
And hurtful were thoughts of her mishap to recall
Rather in comparison to the real world to have nothing within
Given the undesired aspiration, myself am led astray
I’m alike a wandering soul, lost in absolute abundance
Days spanning into endless nights of dreamless dream had stray
Yet solemnly can I only await for the coming of The Ancients
And the night is soon to befall once again this moment
A quiet night I must say… with a touch of tranquility to feel
With burdens degrading away into the very arms of freedom
The much awaited time was finally to be seen to have seal
To live or to die, I desire to be close
The inextinguishable pain is simply too much to bear
To love her, becomes now the path I chose
To be one with Alkaiya, to the death I’ll share
And I embrace the darkness within and without
Allowing it to consume my very soul, my existence
Yearning my way into the unforgiving portal of doubt
Already underway have I realise, was death walked from a distance
{She was in my arms on my return to the Ancient realm
Her slow deepening breath was enough to overwhelm
Alkaiya was dying, the light of her soul was in fade
And as helpless as I’ve become, moments were all there awaits
I held onto her hand, with a glistening tear beneath my eye
And I planted a kiss upon her lips with an aching heart in sigh
And as Sylvius the Fallen appeared from behind the door
I lay down beside Alkaiya with a conclusion from before}
{As of time whence I left The Ancients of the Splendour green
I remember as of moments enact to where I last have been
Twit the Sylvan was already by the The Fallen’s homestead
Cracking his wooden knuckles to have our presence announce and made
Before long, Sylvius was upon the front conversing with Twit
Seeing the Sylvan making small exaggerating gestures in a heap
All seem well with a while to begone and it was before me he stood
Introducing himself before acknowledging that he understood
And of time was required to have an intent of what be done
To leave him be in silent contemplation for a verdict in remand
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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