The Journey.
Twelve have come and past,
The world awaits the thirteenth, last.
Forever damned shall be the World,
With rising fire and falling pearls.
Just one chance, the final one,
With greed he�d sell his only son.
Alas, has also set the pace
To destroy the human race.
Yet some of those control their fate,
And impatiently they wait.
For nothing ever truly ends
Existence simply twists and bends,
And when the darkness falls, not dark.
Those will live without a mark.
For they shall fly to other lands
Taking loved ones by their hands.
Yet mountains fall and oceans rise,
Destroying all the mortal lies.
Now I sit, not here, nor there.
I did not join the dark or fair.
The mark does not show on my skin,
Yet, I�m told, I live in sin.
There is no place to put my soul,
A destination is my goal.
So, I seek both kingdom Lords,
Past angel flocks and demon hoards.
I spoke unto the God of light,
He who chases �way the night.
He told me I�m not welcome there
As I�ve created my own lair.
He speaks of things both pure and bright,
That through him all may have his might.
Now I�m cast to gray light, dim.
For I would not cringe from him.
I then seek the dark Lord�s speech,
Whose laws, it seems, I�ve also breeched.
So in his lair I cannot dwell,
For I can�t suffer in his hell.
He speaks of pain, of dark and sin.
And speaks of when his reign begins.
So I�m sent back into the gray,
Neither Lord would let me stay.
So here I sit in my gray plane,
Away from Love, away from pain.
Others come, but never stay.
Up or down, they go their way.
I create my own small world
Which is neither fired, nor pearled.
It�s filled with just my energy,
Then there�s only peace for me