Why does this darkness exist? The power to bring death and destruction
So quickly it came to rest at his fingertips–am I still human?
It appeared as a vortex of shadows–he thought it a hallucination
It was insane and all too real, he could not resist stepping into the swirling dark
He thought it meant the end, but he was wrong
The unending black, still, and quiet
He found security
What does it mean when the “inner you” is silent?
Black tower, his home, wherever it stands, a spiral stair, sharp spines, sheer design
Black throne, occupied
Black blade, the edge of balance, cutting through eternity
What is in between black and white?
This is the effect of light, across space and time
Sitting at the center of his world, thinking, brooding, asking questions you are afraid to answer
What do you see when you look into your own eyes?
Testing those who call for it, testing you
Making people prove themselves–do you really know what life and love are?
Digging deep, bearing water from the well of notions
What things do you do or say because of your fears?
I will not leave until I crack every porcelain mask