The Askance Chapter 5 Part 6c

There is no way forward should even if against I’m to plead The only way for a return, is how the ancient words will read And only for a return, nay a way it opens forward for my time And to return possessed… I beckon for my past be left behind Brace yourself Knight of the Word, with my warnings enforced Of us both, you remain the wiser for a future to cause” {I listen to her words carefully, misguidance to be misread And I remember a dream, a dream still vivid I have had This exact chamber is the place, was the absolute place With her cryptic bow I’m to hold and her life I’m to waste A one dream I never dreamt to want to have happen A one dream yet for lives to be made shattered and broken How is one to read the inscription knowing what lies certain? Is there a way around I might have overlook beyond reasons? Remembering and recounting the numerous possibilities imaginable I took great care into considering the unlikely be made conceivable And witnessing my dream once again, I relive into memories Envisioning myself to my very best to avoid a prophecy to be Taking my time and moment… I sat down and close my eyes Seeing a past, embracing that of which I dare defy and deny And there to be… inspired to inspire… I saw my dream The undesirable to be desired for a future to never made seen {Thick upon the edge of my sword was the blood of Alkaiya I knew it as hers for I stood there beside her with stigma Her cryptic bow was in my other hand with my vicious smile For the one who stabbed her has not a soul to be found} That was the dream as I’ve seen or perhaps not have forgotten Yet as clearly deem to be a killer I am… am I yet forsaken? The only other who is to know of my secret is but Ei-rian Being afterall the only one I can tell is The Angel Of Dreams And she tells me how dreams can be different before it becomes How it remains to be one’s choosing for fate to come undone Yet… believing her then is diverse from believing her now Because now is happening without unfounded time to be found The Heaori Spirit is certain to infuse with me without doubt For a future to foresee remains never once a question to result Yet I couldn’t help but suppose it isn’t to be as so as declared For I refuse to believe good against evil is never as compared Compelling myself against my own esteem to step forward I see the tomb to begin the reading of its first in-scripted word