All the strengths gone from my body,
I can’t lift my head up high.
The shadows of a master gone
Have been tearing down this fortress,
For so long.
Lost control of his power within
Furies fly now on his sacred winds.
Only sound was permitted to go
Where no being was ever allowed to go.
The sound travels throughout the halls,
Through the walls,
Through the enchanted balls.
But no one comes to dance no more,
No one dare.
The beasts guard this temple,
Frightening any who stare.
Only one left behind,
He is forgotten.
Left to write down his story.
With only one method at hand.
In fact, it is his hand.
Bitten off his fingers
The new monsters have.
The blood flows forever
From this immortal pen.
He shall never die,
Yet he does grow weaker.
This tale will go forever
As long as he now falls
Impatience growing,
Rage builds up inside.
Exhaustion soon takes over,
Feels as if I’ve died.
But I still live on
For I can only survive
While the shadows slowly creep
Upon my many lives.
The light grows brighter
It’s taking over me.
This feeling of warmth sinks deeper.
THIS is my true EPIPHANY!

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