The Askance Chapter 5 Part 5a
A Thousand Words
My dreams were of late as of months away
I am not to feel, neither am I to see its coming
Have I fallen asleep since those coming days?
Or perhaps to merely drift through were my passing
However dreamless it became, I found no quiet relief
Beyond the darkest confines, darkness exist nevermore to hide
Uneasiness is to settle like dust with images never receive
Have I not once a soul I have known so well to have died?
Hence was time given to relinquish the old world
Moving in quiet strides, earning means to pay for my living
And time simply falls away, in swivels and twirls
Without a sign in sleep to harness the welcome of dreaming
It becomes easy to forget my place whether be one in another
Of the Ancient world to see as simply an illusion, nothing more
Alkaiya, Ei-rian, Twit and The Askance belongs no longer
I’m whole as I ought to be with an ordeal I can choose to recall
However long in my chosen path to have come this far
This night, is not to be those nights whence choices is be chose
Those nights of a thousand dreams beneath a thousand stars
A battle fought so well to have only an end bounded to lose
And beyond the confines of my room, I solemnly await
Acknowledging the known path I have so stubbornly ignored
I should have known, had since the promise to make
My time has come to face my inescapable destiny as recalled
{It was dark in my room, it was a moment enchanted upon
And I simply chose to close my eyes for a while to feel belong
As always, what was seen in my mind was that I’m all alone
Seeing the ancient world as remembered, of blood and of bones
And in my mind I wandered along, searching my way through
Burdened with the sword, heavy in thoughts of a love in a fool
Fallen I have been for too long perhaps to know where I am
As in reality for dreams to come true is where I found to stand
I smile to my own comfort, knowing nothing more need I lose
But when I open my eyes, of uncertainties are seen to overrule
Once more do I find myself standing amidst this dreadful land
Once more am I to find myself in The Ancients where time bears a never when
All as thought to be an illusion was merely a false deception
For the gospel before me remains to be genuine in certain
And I withdrew my sword, astonished by its close comfort
The sin embedded metal forged only for the Knight of the Word
It felt to be strangely warm with the souls of demons slain
Not by me fortunately, but by the one before my reborn became
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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