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At what point is it too much; at what point is it enough?
When all falls & mine hands shake,
When I've it still in me to ache,
Tell me, was it all for naught?
Years agone, I had arrived
From a world unknown by time,
My slate wiped clean, and, too, mine hands
Were again worthy of commands.
This realm was new & well-received
By my nature of mischief.
I had yet to encounter grief
When my stay here was so brief.
Aside I'm pulled and told the truth
Of the server's green, bright youth,
But that youth, you've shown to me,
It's unstable as can be.
The threads of life are not what stands;
We are past their harsh demands!
Twisting, pulling at Its strands,
You’re the one who understands
That tracing meek lines in the sands
Shall not prevent decay of lands.
Items, items from Void’s will,
Wealthiness shan’t be the pill
For my heart’s emptiness. Still,
I don’t possess, I don’t conquer;
I merely need to reach a tier
Beyond my consciousness or yours
Beyond past friendships, fleeting strifes,
Beyond most anything that might
Force beginning of endless night.
To me, you gave a set of armour
That drew me in, with all its glamour
Of illicit nature, yet
Nothing’s no longer a threat.
Though you left to your mind’s desire,
You had again taught me to aspire
To be more than Naught which is
Not a curse & not a bliss.
My aims had shifted, for I found friends,
A new purpose - yet through the ends,
Your armour stayed, and red it gleamed
As the eyes of whom I revere,
As the blood of whom I’ve killed.
Not to dwell, though! I digress,
A foe had risen from its nest!
But peace once more, I swear, shall be,
I looked (in)to its eye, it claimed it could see:
“Oh, Fish Bucket, you’re just like me.”
Through ranks and coloured trims I climbed,
My name concealed & my veil timed
By lingering potions, that hide from me
My very own identity.
But what am I? I’m but a fool
Who knows well how to follow rule;
My blade I raised above her face,
You have brought Life much disgrace.
A brother wails, a flower wilts
Upon a grave’s grey, dreary stilts.
This world is rotting, and too, my core,
Scarcely finds its wings to soar.
I persist, and gold adorns me
Within walls where glee corrupts
He presents the lives that, before me,
Will fall to ashes; blood conducts
Kind Death’s allure - a grand construct.
And still! I slipped, when verging greatness,
The veil faded, and my name,
My soul, my heart have all reached staleness:
It’s only me. I am to blame.
The masks had fallen; I remained
A shadow in others’ domain,
Lurking, seeking to attain
Anything barren of gain.
I don’t crave power, nor to devour
Any trouble I deem sour,
I only wish to sleep in towers
Far away from withered flowers.
And at the tower I arrived,
When I thought my best friend died.
In lands far beyond the spawn,
I am more than a mere pawn.
But my calling of his name -
“Mapicc, come back to our base!” -
Was scantily enough to phase
Your concealed face, your unsigned case.
I don’t wish to be accused
Of more blood-spill - it’s no use!
Destiny itself’s my muse,
A work of art devoid of rues.
So I search through highs & lows
For those who couldn’t’ve been foes.
This server, protect I will
Until I’ll have fallen ill,
Void, I am a broken mill!
Descend, descend! & down we go
On Death’s staircase, endless so
Darkness wraps itself around
Our souls, so tight, never unbound.
A torch he gave me, so I stay
In hopes to see the light of day,
In hopes for futures where I may
Keep my heart’s sharp thorns at bay.
It’s not the first time we encounter
A realm’s fibres, very being,
We have gone through this before!
Let us settle this once more.
But a fool I am, blinded by drive,
I had failed again to strive,
And there, entrapped, in awful web,
I let the last of my mask shed.
Piece by piece, your armour broke
From his fists, a source of light.
And there I stared, against spruce oak,
This is it. My end shines bright
In the unforgiving night.
Alas! My life’s not spared, such grief!
You have a tendency to keep
The worst of worst’s long fallen sheep
And the axe that cuts so deep.
While you’ve no heart, I have no brain;
My lucidity you ought to drain,
In your odious hopes that pain,
Will wreck my frail soul’s last remains.
You (seek) allay in anonymity,
From all your acts, pure blasphemy,
And in this prison, now I see,
Dear old friend, you’re just like me.
A home I wish for, and a fire
That burns gently; I’m no liar.
Comfort’s not for me to deserve
When fate I fell short to preserve.
But I am Void and so are you,
You recall my plunge from grace
Into Abyss’ far embrace
When vacate eyes cried: "Adieu!"
And here I am, circled by death
Warm & cold & hollow, I
Never truly wished to die.
It is just that I’m bereft
Of sense & reason; nothing’s left.
Yet, I crave & hunger on,
For my purpose is not gone.
It’s merely lost in the vicinity
Of all-consumed infinity.
Carry on, Armageddon,
Lava seeps into my bones.
Yes, we’ve hardly ever grown
From the times we couldn’t clone
The sun itself that darkly shone;
We will reap the seeds we’ve sown.
Salmons washed up to the shore,
Rotting, melting; I implore
That his safety you ensure;
You were someone I adored,
You are all that I abhor.
Power isn’t meant to be
A pursuit, nor ‘s divinity,
So I plead: just let it rest
And let the cinder pile best,
In nature’s avid interest.
At what point was it too much; at what point was it enough?
When worlds are built & broken down,
When life’s cycle turns around,
Tell me, is it all for naught?