Rigged GameA Poem by SleepingDragonInspired by Dark SoulsClimbing from the depths To claim a life of meaning Beset by demons They claw and tear at me Fierce as they are, I cast them down again and again Emerging to sunlight Leaving those gray walls behind Distant worlds intertwined, Bound by our curse Summoned to aid, or hinder According to their whims Moved to perform a manufactured destiny Or abandon it, to usher in darkness Two voices, two heads of the serpent To save or damn at their commands What their smooth words conceal Is the bitter truth of both paths Your will forgotten, to serve theirs A puppet to perform their schemes Falling, yet rising again Losing shreds of self Pieces lost to the abyss Held together by will alone A ghastly fate mirrored By those I see around me They lost all of themselves Now hollow, empty shells They rage for that which they have lost Mindless husks void of purpose & hope Tormented by the Divine Ones’ absence Listless, mired in incurable despair A dance with the fates Following all who came before No way to leave it to chance No other way provided A dream with no end Prayers in the dark The splendor is false True form revolting Players we are On this grand stage We enter and exit Not on our terms Until we return to the deep From which we crawled from To repeat the eternal cycle Replaying this rigged game © 2020 SleepingDragon |
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Added on July 12, 2020 Last Updated on July 12, 2020 Author
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