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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Thinking you can sit on the throne of my heart, passing judgment across the field of my thoughts. It is not your place usurper, stealing what did not belong to you. Bringing down kingdoms with lies piled deep. I once believed, thought the cause just to rise with you and stand. I believed the lies, wanted them to be truth. I ignored the vision before my eyes and accepted your version. No more, not now.
Freedom from troubled times set free by a sword of truth making battle with deception. Brought down one after another until only the tattered remains of your standard fluttered in the breeze. The blood of desire poured out in pools upon the soil of my mind.
Once a shining dream of castle far made a nightmare. Time passes and the solder returns home. No knight, No king, just a man who has seen much and wishes rest from his tribulations for a time. His horse carries him home, the old hall. Where once the dreams of his brain ran free and saw many futures. So many have faded like old pictures. Only the impression of an image remains. Outlines of once vivid hopes now lost. He starts to hang new dreams about this place. Dreams of truth, and love. Love is why he traveled, battled. Wounds carved into his soul, heal slow. Heal they shall though. For in many times and places these battles raged. Some fall, some faintly continue, specters of their former lives, and others rise again. He shall rise and make himself a keep. To watch over what he knows, loves, dreams. Until that day when dreams and reality meet again. A shower of hope found in the need to continue and find quest end.
