I Have Random Thoughts
A flash of light cuts through the darkness; an everlasting shadow that conceals all within its fog. The hand that wields this light is tired, and the body to whom it belongs is suffocating in this realm to which it does not belong. And yet, what has fallen in the abyss must be recovered.
Now the blade of light is dull, and the overpowering fog strips him of clear sight. His light internalised; a power source to further the search for his grand prize as he tramples upon sickly ground, its decay and rot seeping into his heels with each sinking step.
The air is foul and the creatures howl, glaring at this figure with his face beneath his cowl. His ear filters the cries, as his soul plummets to his demise.. But his drive does nothing but rise.
The Earth rumbles and the surface crumbles; a crack takes form as the figure stumbles. Drained from his journey, down on one knee, having escaped the darkness by some unknown decree.
A body in hand, but unable to stand - a soiled treasure once in demand.
She had his heart, but she's now torn apart, by sorcery born of a dark art.
His last thought, after all he's fought.. was about the one thing he truly sought.
His love, his light, his life.. all spent on a sliver of hope to have a wife.
Now the blade of light is dull, and the overpowering fog strips him of clear sight. His light internalised; a power source to further the search for his grand prize as he tramples upon sickly ground, its decay and rot seeping into his heels with each sinking step.
The air is foul and the creatures howl, glaring at this figure with his face beneath his cowl. His ear filters the cries, as his soul plummets to his demise.. But his drive does nothing but rise.
The Earth rumbles and the surface crumbles; a crack takes form as the figure stumbles. Drained from his journey, down on one knee, having escaped the darkness by some unknown decree.
A body in hand, but unable to stand - a soiled treasure once in demand.
She had his heart, but she's now torn apart, by sorcery born of a dark art.
His last thought, after all he's fought.. was about the one thing he truly sought.
His love, his light, his life.. all spent on a sliver of hope to have a wife.