As ever north he walks upon a path
that twists and turns—the winding road he knows
and's grown to hate for what's around its each
and ev'ry corner—still he takes his next
of steps, continuing to march in spite,
to see for sake of curiosity
at least by now, what sort of tragedy
awaits around the bend before his gait.
The Sky above is overcast and grey,
enveloping the Earth beneath in shade 10
and threat'ning rain with booming thunderclaps
as clouds each other pass and do complain
like limestone pull'd to grind on cobble roads
behind the ankles shackled with their weight.
He hathn't slept. There hathn't been a need.
He hathn't chang'd his clothes, his bloody sleeves.
He isn't sure which personality
is in control; which one decided leave
the farm t'escape responsibility.
He thinks of nothing, thinks of ev'rything; 20
remembers all whilst naught's in memory;
recalls the years of walking hath he seen
as if from someone else he's stolen these.
He dothn't have a name; he's only He.
Our tragic hero born of fire's tune,
his broken vows beneath the sun and moon
that two years past he made whilst did he weep
upon the ashes at his Maiden's feet.
He swore to bring her memory to rest;
he'd find her paradise he thought was best 30
that she could sleep upon forever hence
with him to watch and guard in her defence
he couldn't give in life so stol'n from her,
and still he couldn't give, he now is sure.
Our tragic villain torn by fire's wrath,
the promise to his Spouse an ended path
just yesternight he had to leave behind
to seek his death—the only good he'll find
remains within a planet so abound
with evil in his heart and all around. 40
If th'winding road should hold this answer still,
it's th'only one he wishes yet fulfill'd,
so here he whispers prayers of dying words
to end his suffering; to end his hurt.
Our tragic Prophet borne by fire's tide;
his only ally Luna left his side
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As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...
