eneslerdenbiri

The Forging I. The Fracture I am not one, but two at war inside a single skull, A kingdom split, a bell that cannot toll, A silent scream, a story left untold, My spirit bought, my better half is sold. A Devil rides the circuits of my brain, And sings a song of sun upon the wane. He is the shadow that my light has cast, The bitter future, and the ruined past. He is the tremor in the surgeon's hand, The shifting bedrock of the yielding sand, The thirst that drinks from pools of bitter brine, And says the poisoned water tastes like wine. He is the whisper when the crowd has gone, The endless, dark, and desperate oblivion. And I, the Master, cower in his hold, My story's parchment brittle, bleak, and old. II. The Mirror in the Future's Glass Then came a vision, from a time not yet, A silhouette I never would forget. A future self, who stood with iron grace, With my own eyes set in a colder face. His Devil walked, not wild, but by his side, A steed of shadow, tamed, with savage...