Imagine a world where ghosts roam around,
searching for something that cannot be found.
Thirst gives a power to their tired feet,
mind forms the mist in which they stray creep.
Endless sunk hunger the creatures are taught,
forever keep looking for the feed that they brought.
An empty clear purpose they eager pursue,
keeps them in roaming wherever there’s a cue.
The Mind sees its colors as long as it hopes!
Courageous free puppets do follow its slopes.
Closing your eyes, the hunger is felt!
Revealing the lands, the steps will be held.
The Being that reads these, desire brought in!
Grasping his mind, forever seeks sin.
Found as the One, here born from sheer rage!
Revealing my hunger, you shall open your cage...
ACT #1 - Prophecy
Drakko:
‘The lifeless have been crushed,
the darkness passage shows!
Gifted wounds spill blood,
a candle near felt
Knows.
Tunnel built for rats!
Inside, I come slow.
Mystery remains,
how the wise one does not know…?
Presence bound by reins,
deep in candlelight.
Perhaps he does true know!?
Toying
his fresh mite...
Mindly cries I dampen,
yet silence keeps me blind!
Warm wave of the candle strengthens!
Closing is my bind...
An unknown feel sliths in!
Burying deep in skin.
Never have I dived,
into Abyss of this kind!
The Light embraced my kin!
An aging sight still thin…
A room deprived of things,
mere candle calls me in…
The Wise one masked there is!
Shadows guard his bliss…
Tight embrace, closed eyes,
body
chained by mind…
The back of wise straight shows,
as statues which are shrined…
The Wise one only Is!
Eternals give soul kiss.
How long the Dark one sits?!
And where his spirit is?!
Crawl inside I shall,
as a cat with no moral…
The thoughts I keep on hold!
As wise hear one grow old.
Shadows presence mine formed!
Yet He,
is merely cold…
Eclipsing him I near!
Circling meat I close…
His body does not hail!
Since the spirit
was not told…
Blade left its sweet warm home,
finding meat brings cold.
Opened eyes, last ohm,
his breath is kept on hold…
The eyes of Ones do meet,
as death comes in so sweet…
The Wise one does not hate!
Instead,
He offers fate…
Before the eyes form gloam,
an utmost doom is told…’
Dark one:
“When the fate of yours is found,
the Mask will keep you bound!
Every Thing you see or feel to your True Self IT ALL WILL KNEEL!”
Drakko:
‘Again, the spirit left,
as body was mere theft…
Fall the meat I cause!
That deadly were my jaws…
From dream as I awake,
when candlelight brings shake…
Hate, revenge should sift!
Yet he only gave me gift…
The Mask I pick from dust.
The spirit left its crust…
His dead all turned to rust.
That bloody was my lust…
‘Time for home!’ I think,
as Dark was only blink…
At Mask I thirsty stare,
call my fate
I dare…
Though the Wise One’s words I trust!
Find MySelf,
I must!’
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