The Askance Chapter 5 Part 6d
The dust of time elevate upon my every touch to dust away
And writings revealing as promised are the words to say
‘He who listens will never be heard
He who sees will never be seen
A tongue utters but never of words
A mind wanders forever in dreams
He who kills will forever fear
He who flees will forever triumph
A life implore for death to near
A soul mindless without reasons
He who battles will forever win
He who seeks will never hide
Blood be bled will never be cleaned
Sins… will never be purified
Here he lies, betrayed by all
Here in torment, he sees not release
Who shall come to pass, will fall
Who shall come to pass will forever flourish
His soul lives eternally for revenge
His soul remains unrest for another
He who comes to pass shall avenge
To those of sinned till death be forever’
And carved were the words upon to be read
A bitter end it appears for the decease to have met
I do not feel to be however… different then I was
Perhaps the curse is no longer to exist for a cause
Before a moment, a rumbling was heard from behind
And turning to see a way opening for a return is to find
Then… there it was, a feeling of massing fire from within
Filling me internally, desperate for an outburst as it seem
I’m becoming uncontrollable I knew and there’s nothing I can do about
And I withdrew my sword, surrendering to the evil that cloud
Alkaiya was already by my side with incomprehensible words
But my respond was only to come with a mind to go berserk
Too soon was my degrading life to become for another to handle
And the last I saw… or least to remain in my mind was Ei-rian The Befallen Angel}
“And the world stood still for a moment in time
A time long enough for even a portraiture be painted
In moments to be, were lives made left behind
Heaven or Hell, brings but only pain to those unlisted”
{Beneath my feet, the earth trembles almost lightly
A similar tremble for an opening I’m to know instantly
And my eyes open for the first since the last time closed
If ever I can choose, let the time be paused for an ever be froze
There is blood dripping from the edge of my sword
Blood… not from Alkaiya but of another… as thought
And lying in the arms of the Mistress of War… is Ei-rian
For she who lays to rest is but the Befallen Angel Of Dreams
Is it I… who be the one to have had her killed?
This cannot be… I refuse to believe it all to be real
Yet… blood upon my sword is only to prove all to be as true
Anger disappears away for love from whence a time with you
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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