A filtered remembrance you'll swiftly find
a broken lance dipped in blood as wine
the devestating chance to rule one's own kind
ever a demon crying out, 'This, of all, this is mine;'
A journey began deep in lands far past
the quest of madness holding the clarity of a fast
prudence forces delivery amassed
reality the dealbreaker hidden without mass;
Steps in blood taken so deep
a path so insurmountable as a fete
the dreamer's nightmare come woke from sleep
frivolous exchange rom one in defeat;
Crossing valley and peak both above and below
controlled by a lilfe whimsicial taking its toll
a struck bell rung deep and clear past soul
calling for legions in depth against their goal
though none of these sided with one or the other
were gifted of these sided with good, evil or another
devoid of blessings--lacking macabre and wonder
yet all were adding to the world torn asunder
an ending beyond the dream to be found
surrounding need that filles the quest to be crowned
diminishing truth of what it takes to astound
forever depleted the sacrament of this ground