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