Into a dark and lonesome sea,
Lies a note of things past due,
The wind kissed all things but me,
And left a heart and life with rue.
And I can choke out a sobbing sigh,
As I learn to live once more,
But each day is harder to get by,
Because my mind is a thoughtless whore.
Into my own thoughts do I climb,
And there my every bone does break,
And in all my unholy time,
I only know the bitter wine that forelorn hearts make.
I’ve been cursing my pulled tides,
Wanting things to turn back time,
Just to know what shores I could ride,
And learn why my heart insists on it’s rhyme.
But as I hold on to these hopes, my oceans dry up.
An event horizon in my head,
A black hole in my heart,
The collapsed hopes and dreams of mine,
Prove to be too great to the world around,
And make an inescapable void,
For which all light eventually falls into,
And those who stand too close,
Shall run away in primal fear,
For when they see that abyss,
It stares into their soul as well,
And they all clear from the event horizon.
Drifting about in that black void,
Searching through that murky ink,
For these tiny pinpoints of hope,
Stars are what I seek.
These stars are beacons of hope,
That guide me to my desire,
Though we’ve all countless directions to choose,
We all pick one fleck of fire,
And when floating in that dark void you see,
The stars are just so far away,
And they never seem to come closer,
No matter what you try and say.
And sometimes you come upon,
A much darker shade of that black,
And in this impossible night shade,
Is where many good men crack.
But the true test of oneself,
Is when the light is all but gone,
A lesser man resigns to float in the void,
A greater one chooses to sail on.
The Black Palace was a marvel of the world. The architecture alone instilled a sense of awe and wonder upon any who approached it, and when the architecture is composed of enchanted onyx, it is a frightful sight to behold. It looms on the edge of the horizon, a dark omen to the neighboring countries that see it, and every day the rulers who see it are filled with more dread, for it is one day closer to their inevitable judgement. And on this day, like many others, a dark rider approached it, bearing a symbol of the fall of yet another nation.
“You’ve never seen anything like it, never in your life.”
” I heard that she makes the heavens open up and raze entire cities to the ground.”
“No, it’s nothing like that. She has this knight, her general, who is a demon bound to her control, he’s the source of all that power.”
“You fool, how could one knight, demon or not, level Myocra in one day?”