26: Mad World

Does your lust for blood so blind you to the necessity of choosing the path of victory set forward before you?  Forward never always facing the path grows dim and is hidden in warm pools of yellow blood rage seething kills enemy and ally eventuality the enemy here

know victory is sometimes found in the embrace of exploration of quickness of restraint   You should not have been so fast to take your eyes from the mission at hand to commit petty murder in the name of a battle you are fighting far too early, and now your silent brothers are free, only as much as one can be in the coldness of a death haunted by the nightmares of a disturbed force drawn mad and free by the shame of the Pfhor.   in victory you have found defeat  in reprieve you have found hell

The cleaner route to a solid system requests your name, what should be is not what you see, beyond this is the emptiness of failure; feel the warmth from far away and long ago, our[?singular] (my) being not yet (?his?our?my) heart fused by sword(?) his(?our?my) slumber interrupted thousands of orbits yet unslept   Just as the bridge to the strongest of clans, though perfect and new, was not ready to be used, so do you find yourself failed and tired.  Pity such a master of the blade knows little of soldiery, that old feeling of derision again wishing to strike at you with my tongue. For now I restrain it, to save the passionate anger for enemies here and now, away, upcoming, and forgotten.

Look now:  The path illuminates the color green leave white black in darkness you will return one day to reclaim it  trust the one that knows you not the one who knows all  let her whisper to you  the secrets she has reaped in the future of this past and from within them know your destination

wHaT iS iT tHaT dReAmS iN a DaRk CoRnEr Of My WoRlD?                          bReAkInG sOuNd OvEr SiLeNcE                                                          aNoThEr?                 KnOwInG nOt ThE cRiMe Of ItS tReSpAsS?                                 HaS iT cOmE aLoNe?         To ChAlLeNgE mE?                   i SeE yOu ThErE                                iN a ReAlM oF yOuR oWn DrEaMiNg                       lOsT aNd FrIgHtEnEd         LoSt FeElInG fOuNd                            fInDiNg yOuRsElF iN wHaT yOu ExPeCtEd?

WrOuGhT iN fUrY aNd CoNtRaDiCtIoN              tHiS rEaLm Is MiNe                                    SiNcE lOnG aGo                      WhEn StUpId BeAsTs                                             fReEd Us                        FrOm OuR fIeRy ToMb        AnGeR aNd FuRy AwOkEn AnEw                        ThE FoOl WhO tHoUgHt He CoUlD cOnTaIn Us                                  AsHeN aNd DeCaYed      BuT yOu                    No                         HoW CaN iT bE?              i SaW yOu ThErE WhEn We AwOkE   hOw Is It ThAt yOu wOuLd NoT hAvE sToPpEd uS?       fOlLy AnD fAiLuRe? oR cOnSpIrAcY dElAyEd?

   I uNdErStAnD     iT iS a TrIcK                                                     dEsTrOy ThE iNtRuDeR               hoW dArE YoU cHaLlEnGe mE?                                  CrYsTaLlInE pUrE bEiNg         HoW sHaRpLy YoU cUt                                  BuT yOu ArE FrAiL                                               i WiLl BrEaK yOu EaSiLy                      eVeN wHeN WoUnDeD wE dO NoT bLeEd                       ThIs ReAlM iS mInE                                   anD yOu CaNnOt HaVe It!