Plight of the Luna

A man speaks of breaking free of those binding chains an overlord has cast upon him.

My heart was a vanity mirror and you the preface.

In the dance haven of this vestige I see your sullen face.

Where are all the riches now when the castle walls break?

What did you think would happen trading sensibility for insanity?

In the parcels of these damning hells, flames lick like fairies.

A quiet embrace of this deepening crater you’ve selected for me.

I shall not defend this duet and I shall not resign to it.

I cannot best you, with your heckling and pride.

When the trumpets call though I will be there.

To watch you fall and I will not smile nor take pleasure in it.

Golden gates are opened and the avenger comes. 

To swiftly sink those fallen mages with the truth tipped spears.

I cannot lament anymore of the sweet days long gone.

Nor reminiscence of the days we were once allies and friends.

In the darkness I was bound with a binding trace of lies and temple coin.

But now I see with eyes opened and my heart broken wide.

Turbulent cacophony as finally the storm has begun.

Scores of all I’ve done you’ve written down and collected.

When glory and gold has become precious and the intimacy and grace of love forgotten...

When time becomes an increment in a device of your making...

When you break yourselves to serve a greater purpose of a worldly matter...

You have lost. 

Look not back but forward to the doorway of the new dawn.

Streaks of crimson trickle down the hills of the bodies you’ve collected.

I will lay my sword and my shield down at your feet and walk away from this.

With a heavy heart and open mind and I shall not run. 

Instead my eyes turn skyward to the big, bright moon and I will sing of the tragedy that is you.

And by God if I have any say in it that it be this that great or small can change their course...can change what you’ve enslaved them to.