RPG

The king has been killed
The queen is in tears
The country controlled
The traitor spreads fear
The prophecy tells
Of the coming of one
Who will save the land
When the night shows the sun
But prophecies sometimes
Can spread a false sooth
Coz the hero has failed
In his quest for the truth
now night eternal
Has fallen on us
The hero has died
there's no one to trust
And sorrow falls
On this mystical land
The dark god was born
The world is now damned
So listen ye all
To this pitiful prose
The world can be saved
A quest has arose
For anyone who
Is now reading these words
Maybe it's you
Who will end this curse

For eons untold
The dark god reigned
and no light was seen
on this twisted landscape
Until in a village
A child was born
Whose birth was adorned
By the light of the morn'
For just a few minutes
Sun rays could be seen
the villagers felt
they were inside a dream
but everyone knew
that the child was cursed
the black knights would surely
have heard of its birth
and in they would ride
on steeds of dark smoke
to kill the child
and end all hope
so the villagers
devised a plan
A foreign man
takes the babe
to a faraway land
where the child could hopefully
begin to grow
and the first seeds of light could
then be sewn

To the mountains of mirror
The foreign man fled
When the black knights came
For the villagers heads
And on the mountain
in the crystal lake
He saw something floating
A scroll he did take
And as the scroll slowly unfurled
A beam of light
Cut through the clouds  
And into the light
The man, he stepped
Where he was greeted
By an odd request;

"Within this beam
All things are seen
The realm of life
And that of dream
Your story's not
Quite what it seems
But it is saved
Within this beam
Make a choice
Your choice is dear
Lose or fail
You'll come back here
Save your story
Or continue on
The choice is yours
And yours alone
So write your name
upon this scroll
and a record is made
with the prophets of olde
who shall uphold
your foretold plight
your desperate fight
with eternal night
the blight begins
with the child of light
but do not fear
don't make a sound
it seems another record
was found written down
the name is not yours
but the story's the same
there's only one lane
that remains in this plane"

the foreigner didn't take heed
to the words within the light
didn't believe the plead
and stepped out into the night
lo and behold!
what did he see?
the little babes body cut into three
a catastrophe of blasphemy
upon a steed
rides the dark God's creed
the babe was dead
It's the end he can't succeed
and the last thing he saw
before his demise
was the darkness inside
the dark God's eyes
but before the blade
entered his brain
the dark god laughed
a repeated refrain
"the darkness inside you
is older than man
you cannot end
what never began
within this world
my essence lies
and calls out to those
with the darkness inside"
and with a thrust
that was swift and cruel
the black hole blade
splayed the foreign man's skull
into fragments so tiny
the eye could not see
does this then end in misery?
it cannot be...
the prophecy...
freeze...

"within this beam
all things are captured
the realm of the here
and the realm of the after
one file remains
the final chapter
if success is attained
whats after the end?
will you ascend, descend
or transcend?
the foreigners dead
and his quest
he didn't save
the scribe of the grave
has written his fate
one file remains
engraved
in this place
a new hope is found
the world can be saved"

to the ends of the Earth
he took the babe
where the scribe of the grave
writes the life of all things
in the library
where the scribe resides
there is a book
that can forego time
and this is how
the babe is now a man
the final stand
can now begin again
In the zone of the sewn
A single light shone
Upon the blade
Of the unknown fate
With this blade the hero knew
That the dark God's reign
Would be over soon
Into the heart of the dark
He would ride
With the blade of the fate
And a fire inside
But the dark god didn't even
Try to fight
As the hero ended
The eternal night
And as the dark gods essence
Began to fade
A message he bade
To the scribe of the grave;
"After the end
The darkness stays
And becomes a part
Of what you call the day
I was born in this world
Not to succeed
But to plant a dark seed
In all your deeds
This is why
The day has the night
And how humans
Are able to create
Such hate.
They used to be good
And they used
To be pure
But now the darkness inside
Them is born"
With these words
The dark God's curse
Disappeared from the face
Of this Earth
This is why
The king is alive
The queen can now thrive
The country's in peace
The traitor has died
The prophecy writ
by the scribe of the grave
told a story of how
this world could be saved
But there is a loop
And it always returns
Cuz the dark gods birth
Put a curse on the Earth
And even though
The dark was defeated
It left a mark on the world
Unimpeded
That calls to those
With the darkness inside
Consuming their hate
And beginning to thrive
So that one day again
It will be alive

if we create a reality
that is different than the known
but feel the fake reality
more strongly than our own
it becomes unknown
what can be shown
coz no one else can see
what's sown, in this zone
where your thrown alone
realizing now
 you must atone and disown
this lone world you call your home.
Coz we create these fictional world's
With our hearts and heads
But make the mistake of thinking
That these world's are just pretend
How many dimensions are there then?
Only the one we live in?
Can victory be attained
If the story never ends?
Or are we doomed to repeat it
Again and again?

Once a time upon we find
Realities Perception is a lie!
Within the stars we wish upon
Realities Perceptions Gone!