Question Quest
Blessed steel sword, tried and true:
It may seem powerful, but honestly, not you.
The tools of yesterday do not hold sway
Over that which is rebelling today.
You don't fit.
You don't hold.
Enigma, question, a story half told.
Obscured from mortality,
By divine denied:
Forced to hold hate just to survive.
Seek all around you, ignore not the mundane.
Life is a school whose price just delayed.
Moment to moment, seek to thy find
those sleeping souls which art truly thy kind.
Thy quest is begun, ye stand on the path,
to heaven, to hell - Who knows, who can tell?
The question you seek,
The answer you know not.
Your guide the myths and legends of time.
You may never know the end of the journey,
and yet:
The question is all.
The question is one.
The question quest has only begun.
Chaos Child
You do not know
Where you do go.
You do not see
that which must you be.
What are you doing?
Answers seem to avoid
that place inside thee
that can speak.
What is it that you hide?
Why do you bury
your intelligence and beauty
behind feigned idiocy?
Neither fool nor freak ye truly be:
Smart and timeless is what can be seen.
Give to thy self, be true,
Lest hate, in the end, fully consume you.
Nothing is wrong chaos child,
from leading a pack.
Fear not your hereditary gifts:
Birthrights, not wrong or right, simply are.
In this light, seek a mirror to find yourself.