We know war it's with us since
the beginning of time
coming and going with the tide.
Rebelion rose in our hearts
but fires burned cities and souls
to ashes all gone just like that
with a snap of a finger
cause we allowed it so and
we built up walls like it would
stop anything.
There was a time so long ago
before the angels fell
before the rivers turned black
before the songs of the woodland
fey folk were gone and greed did not
blind our hearts.
Why do we let those false gods
seek the monsters that we fear the most
and chase the nightmares that haunt
our silent dreams?

You raised the stone on your own.
You have looked what slithers beneath
and beneath that earth, beneath that stone
the next world teems and grows unchecked.
You were gifted with admirable talent
beyond this world
beyond
below
behind
before.
Your knowledge considerable but with the sin
of wrong thinking.
At a moment of purity and ease you started
listening wispers of a dream
that you are dust of an echo in fading mist.

Fate chose for them to witness war, strife, pogrom.
Sailed beyond the known with titles given,
heroes, explorers, outcasts, refugees.
Their greatest tribulation up ahead,
road to salvation little known,
across a dark heart broken realm.
Tragically falling like the arrows
resolve of spirit rising like the mountains,
entering depths from which more cower
beacons of light few still remain,
prepared to sacrifice all that is known,
to prove that which most afraid, truth...

Right from the bottom
straight right to the top
with a promising manner and an exclusive trend
oh really?
how could it last?
All it takes is a relevant ******
and all were gone
as they
were never even born.
Odious and obsessed
why did these people try to forget
that they are the ones who need the world
and this verse could not play in reverse.

Let nothing grieve you beyond measure
life is short and time will claim its toll.
It's like moving forward but
remaining to a tempest of blood poetry.
Such an irony to feel free yet again
not satisfied completely.
Darkness is not meant to last
forever neither light.
The soul is the only immortal
essence in this world
the quintessence and glory of it all.

Wake up!
Not from a dreamless sleep or the absence of light
but from a reality that will soon cease to exist.
Wake up!
Fill the blanks between words between worlds.
Wake up!
For greatness sometimes originates from the
confined of impossibility.
Wake up!
For destiny is not without irony.