Will you remember me when you're famous?
It is so lovely for you to say so, but I know that you won't.
To be honest, I would probably forget me too.
So experience, conquer, and live shamelessly.
The leather of my gloves crinkles
as I tighten the reins
My steeds trot becomes a gallop
We begin traveling through time ...
through space ...
arriving at a place unfamiliar
Yet, it felt so safe ...
I donned my chain mail and fastened my sword
Now, I mount my steed and embark down the path
Through the mist that we have ridden so many times before
The path is the same, but yet it is different
Weathered and weary, we ride
On the top of the mountain, a figure awaits
As we draw closer, the enemy grew larger
Fear, terror, and horror clinch me like never before
How long will my words echo in an empty hall?
How long will I sway to its melody alone?
How will silence swallow my cries?
How long will my essence seep from the cracks of my shattered shells?
Oh how I long to be deafened by the screams
How I long to be drenched in their pain
To feel the passion of the tale; so eloquently crafted
To soak the page with tears of a depicted sorrow