Lost wintry morning on a summers day

He awaits, Dark spectre hides his face from the burning sun.

His gaze, as if that of sightless eyes of a mindless child;

He stands atop ancient fortress, above stormy seas, unable to play.



Under arms below sadistic tower,

In this the castle of the olden one;

We've come so far to deliver all

From decadences' remains of our waste land Kingdom.

Now it seems to no end,

As mine eyes beheld the power,

I knew by Evil we would fall.



Beginning of end of journey,

All blackened across the paths

As expectation of liberation

Becomes expiration, cancellation.

Our strength no better than the sands which blow

Evermore against these walls.



Looking toward violent rays,

Burning as the Dark one casts his shadow

Over me.

Laughing, to live once more I embrace

The blackness of sin I see.



Pagan dreams-are false meanings-

The Master believes me just another fool.

Cold desire-is true meaning-

Through different shades of a fragile mind,

I walked across the barriers beyond which

No mortal ever came.



Doomed child, Blessed siege

(****** enigma) takes his life

As he calls out, the last, my name.