H E - - P A T H W A Y
T O - -V E N G E A N C
I've had a reawakening but I fear not within
For I still hold the appearance of immortality.
Instead, I have
awoken in her imagination.
She has spoken to me many times amid the ruins
of the temples
yet I can not reply.
For I must hold true the illusion that
I am her God.
She wishes to join me here, in the abyss of Man's
So she conceals death under her robe as she pushes
crowd of citizens shopping at the market,
unaware of her purpose to
Behind her, someone tugs at her robe.
She turns around and gazes
into the eyes of innocence.
I tell her to see past the child and into the
heart of the
Man that he will one day become.
Then I remind her that I am
So she continues, each step inching closer to our shared
Yet so does the child, he is hungry so he tugs at her robe
She ignores him as she counts the seconds till death will
Upon the blood of our adversary's.
She believes that soon she
will join me,
but I fear not.
For I have never tasted life nor drank from
My World lies only within her imagination
Yet I offer her the false
hope of divinity.
A large crowd has gathered, haggling over the price of
The child is ever present and still hungry
Suddenly she stops
walking, with only one witness she reaches
into her robe and ignites an
inferno of death.
In one heartbeat she claims ten.
I am once again
adrift without direction
I hope to be picked up by someone new,
seeking the pathway to vengeance.
Who am I to distinguish the nuance
hero and assassin, for I only exist
in the minds of dead
So here, in the market place, I will go to sleep
But my rest
will be disturbed all too soon
In the distance, the bells toll in memory of
those lost today
And those whom will perish tomorrow
The ringing echos
into the depths of the city
into the ears of my next