Writing this down here for my own notes, and to keep a record.
King of the Singing Halls,
guard of the Past and
guide in the Present
you who have walked dark Roads
hold up your Lantern, be my guide
whether in support or healing.
King of Shattered Conscious,
teach me patience and love, and
may I still find softness in my Heart.
There are concepts,
flowing in an instant.
From–cookies, to wells,
to teeth, to you–to your terror,
and your falling, and your being
bound to follow the King
down whatever dark Roads
he may walk in search of
Salvation, Justice, and Honor,
but mostly in search of Love.
In a blink the knowledge has faded,
everything, and nothing has changed.
The Road of Fate you walk yet again, you King
with broken Crown and shattered conscious.
Adversary, Beloved, Reflection, the King
of All Darkness calls you all of these, scribe
and villain, Architect of the Singing Halls.
You who must change with the King, you never
forget, and an apple falls silent to the ground.