Al Khem: Descent of the Tyrant
Warning: poetry
Freedom's Flame
in the circle back to back
waiting for the king’s attack
split the mountain, scorched the sea
the circle breaks, the soldiers flee
fire flickered in the wind
but I for one would not give in
but I was one and he was legion
he sought to slay the flame of freedom
the tyrant came
down from the sky
and freedom’s flame
began to die
tornado turns in sharp reverse
our blessed king becomes a curse
his last words I take to heart
to grave upon it works of art
as long as I can stay alive
there’s still a shot at regicide
as long as poison rules his veins
he will hate the ancient names
subject to insanity
he remains my enemy
took the sword in my hand
put the word on my lips
and I leapt from the sand
to become an eclipse
in shadow cast from freedom’s flame
a stain was left upon his face
and in that shadow I became
freedom’s saving grace
in that shadow I became
venom bringing blindness
rebel of the ancient name
He Who Kills For Kindness
struck down at the greatest height
I failed those who sent me
fallen into blackest night
the venom in the empty
lost in a forest of babbling tongues
fighting to fill my struggling lungs
flying to fight at the edge of the sky
but damned to the deep in a daredevil dive
destiny wrecked me ‘gainst rocks of the end
fail to fulfil my oath to defend
free of this life but not this design
returning to burn in the ocean of time
alive in the fire not gone to stay
the promise is kept,
but some other way