Vii: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light shooting across the sky at night straight down to my head in our conversations it is, as it has always been between the King and I. He tells me what he sees, and he feels for the unworthy he cares for the damned though he see the lies that are fed from the lies of the leaders Return soon, brother in arms return from the sea, comrade walk upon the shore or walk on water once more for the doubters the King knows all about us alas, he has not returned yet I will know that day once, twice, more like seven times to the exact the moment he's raised Conquered by all of the hope of your allies the few that still dare to believe in you very same as the ones who keep feeding you in the outskirts of our realizations the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions The King best exists in the pretense of pretendness at the moment just before, your mind intervened and cast in just a shadow of doubt that spread rapidly far, and between this now makes him limited, now I have my chance to pull the wool off the greatest wolf the world shall break its trance I am now your lord I feel all the world I am always yours, your Magus.