The King's Cries
I have seen more than I wish to see... but I have gone too far under to turn a stray back now... I am another pawn in this game of checkers... Ah, Jibberish it be to years of youth. But when the sun sets on another day, the plugs will fall and a new will be learned. The tongue heard by mine ears is sweet, though I do not hear it as often as wished. I close my eyes and clasp a hand over my empty chest. After I crossed many oceans, it was then I learned of truths known only to the birds and men of few. I cried when I knew the moon was all, and laughed when it became apparent that the wind alone would hug against the bare skin.
More you ask! More! What is there you seek in words I myself hardly understand? When I must stare at a wall of white before it becomes apparent as to what I say.
Kneeling before the knight, the king pleaded with words of hate. And tears of salt and blood flowed from those dark and damned orbs. The angels had taken any love left within his soul, and seduced the closest of followers into their stead. Damned! Damned we all are! The lucky will live to see blood stain the skies, and only when the clouds collapse with sounds of great mourning, only then will we once again see what was meant to be seen. Only then will we hold our ears and beg to know no more, only then will we reach for another. The buildings will fall to a stained desert. A shot will be heard, and it will pierce the dragon's scales, and the non-believers will be heard under the screams of lies.