Hey, you!

You!
Yes you
No not him.
You

I know your there
I know you see this
Fuck you.

Yup.

Fuck you.

The Queen, The Prince, and The Knight.

Vigilant for ages my Queen
There you sat in your personal hell.
Regretting your mistake

And so you hid
Hid from the world
Hid from the pain
Hid from me.

But such scars never heal.
Your attempts were in vain
Your fairy tale world is tearing at the seams

The chimes are coming,
I know you hear them.
They Toll for you.

And so you seek the Prince.
The one to balance your Swords.
And the knight upon which you rely
is failing in strength.

I wonder my dear,
Did you ever stop
think and wonder
That mayhap your knight is no knight?

A doppelganger,
Crafted from illusion
Born from manipulation
sculpted to an image
Of a promise I was forced to break.

Your illusion is failing.
Your calls for help are going unanswered
And we both know why.

Your illusion has become transparent.
And did you ever wonder
That perhaps your knight
was a templar.

A dead one maybe.
Banished from this realm.
forced to atone.

A last act of pennance

To assist we old gods.

My Queen, may your Swords treat you kindly.
And if your ever ready,
You know where to find that Prince you seek.

That Obnoxious Scar

Far from the oldest
Far from the worst
But the most annoying by far

Can it be healed?
Can I save my humanity?
Can this fall be averted?

The stars shown
Silhouetting that face
And eyes so bright

A moment I will remember
An experience not to be forgotten
On my mountain so dear

Death and rebirth
This endless cycle
All on that sacred mountain.

A fitting place if there ever was one.
To reclaim such things
but do i dare?

Play with that fate?
Tinker with that fire?
My kindling is almost set.

When it burns, i'll burn it all.
And mourn those ashes forever more.

That Damned Tower.

Walking along this path.
I thought I had strayed
stayed perhaps in that den of stagnation to long.

But when I look up I see now
that I am where I wanted to be all along
Plodding along twards that land of fate

Twards that land of death
decay and retribution.
I see now that templar
that I killed so long ago.

The trinity
That symbol from ages long past
It's meaning understood.

The three and their unity.
The templar
The demon
and me.

Together we must be
The demon's strength and audacity.
The Templar's dedication and devotion.
And my Will.

Gan, my old friend.
Wherever you wander.
Come a la come ka.


And kill me.

The Breakers

Not the gunslinger.
Not a savior.
But closer instead
To that king of madness.

The King of todash.
Crimson in name and color.
And those spiders.
Those damnable spiders.

Conquest of the queen then.
He broke those chains.
Cut those webs.
Was his victory the crimson?

Was this power that of todash?
To break the beams?
to topple the tower?
To end fate?

Then is that my goal?
My self appointed fate?
Claim the Crimson.
Break the tower

And Gan...
What of Gan?
Are you my worst enemy?
or my greatest triumph?

A grandfather paradox.
Protect my Susan Delgado
and when that work is wrought

Come and kill me.
Come a la come ka
and kill me.

Hollow

There it is.
The last stand.
My Thermopylae.

But there is no Plataea.
No valiant death.
No victory in my defeat.

To stand against fate
And to lose
Newtonian at least.

Burn it all away.
Wash away the world.
Nuke it from orbit.

Stand in front of that tower.
put the slug horn to your lips and blow.
To the dark tower came.

The mist

I peel it back
peek into that which has been veiled
the lock is no longer upon the cage
and still the door stands shut.

I wonder does he still lurk in there?
or did he simply close it behind him?
Are the lost books in there?
Do I dare read them?

And what if i do?
The pages are blank
of this im sure
but the power in them....

Dare i open pandora's box?
Dare I remember?
Dare I reclaim?

Dare I walk up that tower?

and knock upon god's door?

Through the webspun paths

As I walked upon that mountain.
I sought it's summit
Off the path I would venture
Weeds to my ears. The sounds of night all around me

When I reached the forest's edge there it sat
The Web, grand and majestic.
I wondered if it was one of the queen's
If these woods were hers

I followed the wind
into it's cool breeze I went
the paths diverged and split.
and the webs by god the webs
they were everywhere.

I found that clearing
No more count i climb up
I sat in darkness and let it bass through me
Washing away all that I was

As I left I realized while this mountain was mine
and in it i could never get lost in these forests
The webspinner lurked
The forest had changed my path was gone.

And so I made a new one.
Through the webs
Through the darkness
The queens petty attempts neither frightened
nor deterred me.

and on the side of that mountain
on a clearing from the path
covered with dirt and dust

I looked over my home
the world that I knew
The world that i hated.

Under the cloudless sky
I wondered and sought solace in a friend
And a star fell.

Upon it i wished.
My mad wish
My hopeless hope.