Death at My Door - Part 2

Perhaps a mirage cast upon my feeble mind by a druid.

Walking among the pillars that are homes to my friends,

shallow is my breath for the judged.

Somewhere among these tears,

she waits for me to chose a side,

but I dare not impede my own neutrality.

Quiet songs I have recalled from her,

even in my infernal imprisonment.

 

There is a bit of mourning for me to give.

 

Darkness hides all events,

horrid Gods have taunted me with visitations.

Such powerful reunions but a flaring deception,

places this sadistic burden on my scarred spirit.

After the fall of dawn,

the coming of the ancient dragon has sealed my neutrality.

Forever abandoning my pleasure for a place of hideous dreams,

trapped down in my own hell.

Misshaping the world to live in,

indeed beloved shall come to.

A will of steel and a mind of coal shall forge my rise to heaven but justice must be mine.

 

Now I must bide my time until the feast of man is over,

a God I wish not to be but a governor of my own to those who bear my will.