Cloaks and daggers,
Playing in the dark
Playing in the wind
Running through the park.

Cloaks and daggers,
I keep them close by
Like shadows and mist
They pet me fly.

I keep them close to me
For it is all I ever known.
Cloaks and daggers
Are all I'll ever own.

Through mist and mirrors,
I let no one through,
Because being known to anyone,
It surly would not do.

Do with the left,
what the right hand can not,
When you commit to this life
Give it all you got.

So fight on shall I
In the shadows and the dark,
That I may never shed a tear from your eye,
As you walk through this park.

A bothersome burden that only bothers some,
why yo ** me hearties! Do pass the ***.
For tonight I salute to you all
as with the passing of the hats,
for more agile and quick witted cats.

Stay ever nimble
and thoughtful on your feet,
beware the seas
that has been known to take mercilessly
countless fleets.

For now I bid you all
adieu, farewell, and bon soir!
A bothersome burden,
this is, no more!

For I leave you with this,
the faint echo of your soon to be distant past,
the game is afoot.
The die.
Cast.

Oh what a bothersome burden,
this game we all play,
but how bothersome is this burden that bothers some,
if we are still here today?

Best of wishes,
to your hunt and quests and all!
May you find what your heart desires,
as it beckons towards that eerie call.

I will
write love on her arms
so many and so deep
that it courses through her veins
and into her
heart.

I will
write love on her arms
so she can stop hurting
even though she loves the pain
which is the
hardest part.

I will not
stop loving her,
even if she lets me go,
because through all of this
I'll let her know she is loved
by everyone she knows.

I will not
abandon her in her darkest times of need
I will not however
be her knight in shining armor
gallant and proud
on a strong new steed.

She will not know that
this lowly peasant
comes from a nothing more
than a small house
with nothing to call my own.
Where the hardest part for me
was finding a different dial up phone.

So she walks,
so she talks
and seems okay,
but as her friend
who loves her so,
I want her to walk away.

From the pain
the sadness,
the misery,
I want her to walk on her own,
and far away from me.

I am her crutch,
but I am not her life,
and alas poor Yorick,
she is not to be my lovely wife.

But still I shall
keep her lifted up, safe from all harms
if only for a chance
to write love
all on her
arms.

I'm tired.

Of losing the ones I love
because no matter how hard I fight
I lose them still,
is this truly
a part of God's will?

This pain
of my futile sacrifice?
Shall I suffer death, not once but twice?

A part of me I leave with them,
a part of my love I imparted when I first met them,
and I felt the pain as the departed from me.

I asked for them back,
away from the shadows, the evil cloaked in black.

So comfortable was that darkness
that whispered sweet nothings in their ears
it gave comfort to some,
while forcing others to succumb to their fears.

I'm so tired of crying for my loves
all of my dears
I'm tired of fighting, crying and dying,
all this for all these years.

But still I will
run, and scream, and shout, and fight it all out.

Until the last light of the burning sun,
or until this war is won.
I will fight.

For them.
I will not tire.

I can't.

Only when you are here
do I truly fear,
If what I say or do next
will scare you away
or have you stay.

I'm so scared that every time you come near
I'm afraid of what you might hear
come out my unholy mouth
that is unworthy to speak while you are around
so unworthy, I'm afraid to utter a sound.

I fear that you'll find
that whatever it is you look for in me will scar your mind.

I am not that man, that good man that you now see,
I will never come close to being half the man you need me to be.

So silently I sit,
alone and afraid,
scared of the mess
that has yet to be made.

Because when you're around do I appear to be good
but my dear, my darling, my friend of mine I'm misunderstood.
For in fact I am not a good man, even though I may do good things,
I am a bad man, even though I buy you petty stuff, and pretty rings.

Just because when you're around, do I do good things,
but don't take me for a good man.

Don't take me...
I'm no good.

I woke up breathless, wordless,
confused.
I touched my chest and felt it still,
that stone left there by the one who cared.
For the powers that be knew,
they needed one like me,
to fight the ****** fight.
I am the one who fights with the light,
but mistake me not for being of them,
mistake me not, friend, for being one of them.
I assure you, I am not.

I touch my chest, and feel the stone still safely sitting there,
I run my fingers, through my salt and peppered hair.
I count the days which I have survived, and count
the minutes in which I still have to breath.
I slack my jaw and force them to move,
using my tongue to count my teeth.

Count your lucky stars and blessings too,
that when I fight,
that it's all for you.

Though I fight, ****** drenched head and soul,
I have but one goal.
I shall protect the one I love,
as commanded by the Powers that Be,
from up above.

So though I am but one man
on this lonely road,
I shall not be denied the prey,
whose fangs and claws they have showed.

I may not win every battle,
but I know we'll win this war,
I'll break every window of opportunity,
and breach through every closed door.
If only to get closer, to winning this war.

But at what a cost,
aye what a cost this has done to me,
'tis all the more a shame, that such a fighter,
lose their humanity.

What is it like?
To be free?
To be free from the burdens, the fear
all that causes all my anxiety?

What is it like, friend,
oh tell me how it feels,
where I no longer have to think,
using someone else's grinds and wheels.

What is it like to be.
Me?