Ordeal

I am the architect, murderer of intrinsic values Poet of the unknown tongues, the only witness of the deities' visions And I hear the assailants drawing nigh Breaching through these gates of old Inside these halls of dying stone, a summoning of incantation. A cosmic beast emerging; I know the answers now Timeless hunter, the beast of scourge Will not let the images die in vain A perfect window of opportunity as no man could suspect my actions to come A plot forged in fear of casualties, in fear of the end, the end of myself But the parasites crawl inside The fragile gestalt I shaped With these thoughtful acts of violent rage I will save us from the towering waves A true display of rational surmise Ending the chapter too blithe and naïve Please, discern that I won't feel touched as these actions craft my fate Fear not these wayfaring forces which you are to outsmart Let the poison seep away, let the hunter beast sleep within Without the sordid pleas I decry all that I've rid And I reach further towards the stars Without the lament diseased I harvest what I once sowed And let the fate unfold I let the fate unfold I can uphold this chaos... Please, design me for these decaying scenes My hours without the sun All I want is answers Peripheries of power dying in these hands of mine Hands covered in blood of the once-verdant life As the structures fail, as the pillars crumble beneath I'm forced to forget these methods, procedures honed by the past I pay the progress with my blood Progress abandoned in the end When all I hear and all I see is nothing but veils, veils in the night I'm treading onward with desperate pace, falling over time and time again When everything's lost I rebuild it all To keep this passion inbound I have to fight all alone As my life is foreshadowed by the dying days By the dying days Then I saw myself beyond the wall "This is no wall for the barriers lie inside your head" Standing on the crossroads I wish to return home "Are you sure you want to die? For I know you cannot live without me" The archives must never be burned, these books and scriptures of old Fear not these waves of endless ocean, fear not their towering figures Don't let the sun go down in your heart, my child Lest fear and woe follow in your wake But we all will drown These words I've once heard before in childhood Words I once said to myself, the future me: "Don't let the sun go down in your heart, my child Lest fear and woe follow in your wake"