There are voices outside the Silver wall. And I listen to them.
I am no knight. I wear no shining armor. I carry no sword. Myths cannot say that I can trot with my head off my shoulders, nor that I am green. I am no child of a wonderful cavalier whom the queen loved. I am no king of a table rumored rounded with skill and pride.
I am not in search of a grail. I know no lady in the water. I have not in my possession a sword that cuts air and fire in half. I pulled no blade from stone nor brick. I have not killed my own son, nor was I a brother-lover to a half-bred fay.
There is no promised kingdom in my visions. I was not visited by a virgin in my sleep. I will not pass in the arms of women, doomed to see to the end of a savior of the islands. I will never come back when my land needs me the most.
I... I am no warrior. I am no king. I am no husband. I am no father. I am neither master nor apprentice. And, by the gods, I have never seen a better sinner than I.
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I am no angel. I bear no wings. I carry no trumpet, nor do I have any seals. Songs will never sing that I told the shepherds, nor that I guided the magi. I never flew to the side of the all-father, nor did I flew to save the promised people. I am no witness to the flight from death.
I hold no flaming sword. I am not with the third, nor with the rest. I never killed a firstborn, and I never spilled my blood on the river. I never pushed the waves apart, nor whispered in the warrior's ear. I never knew the trees, nor did I know of the king's treachery.
There is no silver in the city where I am. I will hold no virgin in my praise. No eternal light shall bid me welcome, and no eternal flame shall grant me home. I will never know the fear of the end, when the eternally holy and the eternally damned comes to meet me where I am.
I... I am no guardian. I am no friend. I am no morning star. I am no black viper. I am neither above nor below. And, by the name I dare not beseech anymore, naught has there been a better sinner than I.
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All are but a fleeting reconciliation of choices. Everything is composed of truths that never were. But you have never known your place. Always fleeting, always fleeing. And so you suffer. You cannot do more than shed inanimate tears that have naught an effect but bury you more in this never-ending cycle of hatred for the likes of you. For you never fulfill your promise, and you never do anything. A world of pleasure, but never a difference. We have endured for your kind, we have tried to make it whole.
But I am indifferent. And I am losing hope in myself. I am not a friend anymore, especially if no friend can be one as well. I want to pull the sword from the rock so that when the fires come, I will be able to save those that needs saving. Too much, too much.
Now, no more. I cannot spare more thought for those who can never spare one moment.
I am no friend. No, not anymore.
I am not in search of a grail. I know no lady in the water. I have not in my possession a sword that cuts air and fire in half. I pulled no blade from stone nor brick. I have not killed my own son, nor was I a brother-lover to a half-bred fay.
There is no promised kingdom in my visions. I was not visited by a virgin in my sleep. I will not pass in the arms of women, doomed to see to the end of a savior of the islands. I will never come back when my land needs me the most.
I... I am no warrior. I am no king. I am no husband. I am no father. I am neither master nor apprentice. And, by the gods, I have never seen a better sinner than I.
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I am no angel. I bear no wings. I carry no trumpet, nor do I have any seals. Songs will never sing that I told the shepherds, nor that I guided the magi. I never flew to the side of the all-father, nor did I flew to save the promised people. I am no witness to the flight from death.
I hold no flaming sword. I am not with the third, nor with the rest. I never killed a firstborn, and I never spilled my blood on the river. I never pushed the waves apart, nor whispered in the warrior's ear. I never knew the trees, nor did I know of the king's treachery.
There is no silver in the city where I am. I will hold no virgin in my praise. No eternal light shall bid me welcome, and no eternal flame shall grant me home. I will never know the fear of the end, when the eternally holy and the eternally damned comes to meet me where I am.
I... I am no guardian. I am no friend. I am no morning star. I am no black viper. I am neither above nor below. And, by the name I dare not beseech anymore, naught has there been a better sinner than I.
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All are but a fleeting reconciliation of choices. Everything is composed of truths that never were. But you have never known your place. Always fleeting, always fleeing. And so you suffer. You cannot do more than shed inanimate tears that have naught an effect but bury you more in this never-ending cycle of hatred for the likes of you. For you never fulfill your promise, and you never do anything. A world of pleasure, but never a difference. We have endured for your kind, we have tried to make it whole.
But I am indifferent. And I am losing hope in myself. I am not a friend anymore, especially if no friend can be one as well. I want to pull the sword from the rock so that when the fires come, I will be able to save those that needs saving. Too much, too much.
Now, no more. I cannot spare more thought for those who can never spare one moment.
I am no friend. No, not anymore.