Claera-mal - Bloodstone Fallen.

burning monster.

What of the tree,

That stands between Time and Death,

However, where our lives had begun,

Had also been where you came to rest.

Battle had worn you thin,

Broken seams and dirty limbs,

The golden crown that sits atop your head,

Rusted brown with soil and ash,

The loud thundering destruction,

Of a home you had never forgotten,

One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,

My father stares into your eyes,

He knew, and I knew,

You'd miss me, I knew.

I had to leave,

I had to leave,

I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,

This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,

I must cut the voice that yelled,

At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,

Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,

And rest my conscious six feet underground,

Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and

burning gunpowder,

In a resting chamber that tormented me for

Days, weeks, hours,

The button clicks like a final realization,

The sun has set at a new chapter,

Singed at the page corners,

And now a new world without the burning monster,

Myself,

Only myself,

The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,

What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,

And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,

And a father that blames this death on everyone,

But himself.

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What used to be golden and anew...

...burst into fading light, and followed the Moon.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,

How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?

For if the Sun needed the Moon,

How come it holds it's own,

How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?

But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,

And the Moon as the Sun,

If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,

And the Sun so bright he basks in it.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

And the Moon knows this,

He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,

Would want never to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,

For halos cannot light up the world.

The Moon sees everything in the Sun,

And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,

And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,

If the Sun may bring the people happiness,

If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,

Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.

But what the Moon does not know,

The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,

The Sun will weep, raining gold,

The Sun will feel...cold...

The Sun isn't meant to be cold.

(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)

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journey of the jointed.

All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.

And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.

Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.

Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.

And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.

And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.

The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.

The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.

The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.

My Heart, I Am The Soul

My darling, my darling

You are my darling,

My heart in it's true form,

With every color of gold and blue

Oh so vibrant blue,

In my arms would be my sun,

That shines brighter than anyone,

Any star in the sky could never compare,

My sunshine, you make me laugh the sound of a thousand wind chimes.

My darling, my darling,

You're an idiot, you know that?

You're mistakes make me crack up so much

And my composure falls through like sand

While I'm with you,

My sunshine, my heart,

Will you stay by me at my lowest?

When my voice echoes louder in this cave of

lost loves,

In this cave where we could never call home,

In this cave where the cold clings to my coat like an unwelcome guest,

Where I hurt you farther than I would like,

Where I lost myself in the dark,

Not even your light could pull me out,

You were so young, you never were meant to keep me sane,

It was never your responsibility to keep my heart intact,

After all, you are the heart of our home,

I am it's soul,

And so you are my heart,

If you are my heart, why do cracks line your face

Like a frantic, manic artist, trying to make pace?

I am not to be kept in your life, am I?

I don't truly deserve your forgiveness,

But knowing you,

You'll give it to me anyway,

And with that, I cry.

A Bard's Compromise

O Wind o' mine

Take me far above your Cathedral spire

Above the children's chatter and the morning prayers

Above the bards' glory-driven drivels and the merry-minded man,

Dance me a tune to last my lifetime

Sing me a song to serenade the sorrowful,

loved, and losing,

To watch over the cramped common crowd

In a bar where the drowned come to commiserate

as I, their god,

Ne'er be free as the god most lonely,

May the wind bring me companions

and I shall watch them come and go

as I, left behind where they would call home.

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