Chess

And so the storm comes
As I knew it would
too stubborn
too proud

the tools
the weapons
the pawns
are scattered.

A lonely king
no rooks,
no knights,
no pawns,

a single castle looms in the distance
shrouded in fate
a tower perhaps
not salvation.

I could have stayed there
cowering in the dirt
expecting to escape the coming fire

but my path is set
my moves are clear
habits are traps they say.

this is an old habit.

A musing on fate

Assume I would,
that our fate is unknown to us
lost, unseen

But this is merely an assumption
ignorance was never my blessing
I instead chose that other thing
that mad desire

I chose knowledge
with careful hands,
blasphemous words
and certain desire

I blazed a path
pierced a veil
saw time, touched fate

Such things are unspeakable,
no words, no thoughts, only instinct

But in here lies the madness
the question, the trap.

to change fate
or to affirm it
to change through affirmation
to affirm through change

white battered wings
in a blood stained sky
they once were

but was the past the future?
or was the future a dream?
is the future the past?

the king once wrote of that door
that door at the top
and the desert is a grand one.

epoch lie as grains of sand.
and demons glow in the grass.

For you.

Ages I have walked.
Endlessly through blood,
Wading in tears,
Forever in my anguish.

Others have I found.
In my shoes they strode.
Broken, shattered, shamed.

Honor bound,
An oath given when the world was young.
When the stars were new.
I pledged my devotion.

Saved them I did.
My goal, my mission.
Forsaking myself.
Devoured by their burdens.

I took their loads upon me.
Stronger I thought myself.
Immortal, capable, unyielding.

I was right.
As always.

Capable. Unyielding.
The word Noble hangs in the air like a stale taste.
there was one thing however.

Something I considered a possibility.
This thing I though I could overcome.
Something I have endured for ages.

It was old when the world was new.
It was my only concern.
My only fear.
When I fell.

Grigori, we fell.
Our reasons our own.
Our purpose unclear.
Free we were.

Slaves to our faults.
bound to our needs.
Severed from that light.

And so those of us who could carried on.
Slowly we failed.
One,
by one.

You my darling are different.
You are what we fought for.
What we died for.
What we fell for.

You are perfection.
Beauty.
Hope.

In you I place my self.
My love, my dreams.
Countless I have saved.
Spared their fates.

You my love.
You spare me,
From mine.

My hero,
My hope.