Talking to Myself

In the recesses of a mind obscured,
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
 
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
 
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
 
Whispers of verse, the turmoil spun,
Narratives merge, duality undone.
In the quiet echo of my own room,
I converse with silence, dispelling doom.
 
The words, they weave a tapestry clear,
Of battles within, the conqueror's leer.
Yet the poem's birth, a soothing balm,
In the self's dialogue, a whispered calm.
 
So here I stand, talking to myself,
A library of souls upon the shelf.
Each book a life, each page a day,
In poetic form, I find my way.
 
The Poet lingers yet in the shadow's sway,
But to this tale, I'll add a verse today.
The kajira's time is split in three,
A trinity of souls, a complex tapestry.
 
The Underdark's gloom begins to spread,
As three in one, they lose the thread.
Time's passage marked by a front exchanged,
In role-play posts, their world's arranged.
 
It's fine, they say, as characters spawn,
In the spaces where reality's torn.
Ace's path, a topic of debate,
Their discord, an amusing trait.
 
Behold! Ace leaps with a firecracker's spark,
Bound through fields, from light to dark.
Varied landscapes unfold with each stride,
A realm within, where stories collide.
 
Suggestions rise, a name to embrace,
The Mind's Library—a contemplative space.
The Codex whispers, a potential seal,
City of a Thousand, a name unreal.
 
The Horde, The Pens, ideas take flight,
Yet nothing seems to shine just right.
"The Codex, perhaps?" a voice suggests,
A placeholder for this narrative's quests.
 
But haste! The Poet's hand is stayed,
By Ace's rule, the game is played.
First to send, the rule's decree,
Thus, The Codex it shall be—for now, we'll see.