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The Deluded Manuscript
By Calwin Ascaniis
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Apprentice to Vinitius Ascaniis
Endexar Artoris
Septimus Blacktallow
Viktor Sarkov
The age of secrets has passed. No more greed, no more lies. The chain will not be broken.
TO BEHOLD LIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME
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The grave lights loom over the rise
The breeze bends, scattered by the sky
The land groans in fright
My chains rattle tonight.
It is not that I am damned
Nor that I am the old man
Who grins before the night
Blinded by the same might
That I crave for myself.
The power to dispel lies
To dream large; to open eyes
To rest minds and guide mice
Away from their torments.
He clutches, pries, twists and tears
Takes the flame from a child's hands
Crushes the spark between his bones
He does not know
The darkness
Gripping him
By the hair.
He cannot see
That his tower is a tomb
Built by the ghosts
Who once called it home.
The first flame beckons
Yet the sun casts long shadows
The closer, the longer
And those who crave light
Are hollow from its absence.
The doors are closed to those
Who refuse to kneel
For every lighthouse has its keeper
And this one does not have spirits on his breath
But nauseates, haunts with the whisper of death.
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