Shadows may form, but I am there master.
Darkness may rule, but I am its keeper.
Chaos may rain, but I am its ruler.
With no one the wiser.
For I am the ringleader.
Some shall fall while others may stand but there are two simple rules the devil hands us. Make your own mistakes but in life there are no second chances. Every time you stand there is another chance you will stumble and fall. For that is the way of life no doubt at all.
Some will say I’m mad while others will think I’m a fool. That they don’t play by my rules. But there is no choice in the matter of fate. If you don’t hurry up you are going to be late. Even if you don’t believe you will surely not succeed. For it is the ring of which I lead.
The ring is my truth, my riddle, my game. Once you play you will never be the same. For I am the queen, the ruler of terror. If you face me you will be no better. Even if you think you know the answer I am always one step ahead of you. Deep inside you know it is true.
You may think I am arrogant, naïve. But you have not seen the last of me. Even if you solve, win, beat me and my little bag of tricks. I will always be a part of you with all my ticks. For I am a ghost, a warrior, a lost face. Still trying to find my place. But you, oh no, you are not like me. You hear, you feel, you see.
For I am the whisper in the wind. While you are the triumph of sin. You say you are doing right. You say they are doing wrong. But where do you belong? To be ‘good’ as you put it means that there must be something else is ’bad’. But truthfully you are mad.
You see there is no ‘good’ or ‘evil’. There is no ‘truth’ or ‘lie’. They do not live side by side. Let’s just say there was such things then who decides? On who lives or who dies. What is black? What is white? What is wrong? What is right?
Too many questions that you cannot reply. Too many truths that you cannot deny. What if I told you that your existents is meaningless? That all of your hopes and dreams are pointless? What if I killed you now? Would you even make a sound? Who would care that you were dead? Would they be filled with dread?
What was the last thing you said to them? Was it filled with loving emotion? Or was it filled with hate? Either way it is too late. To them you are already gone. Engulfed in darkness and pain. They already wanting revenge for their strain.
Not matter it will all be over before long. Then you will be with them in right or in wrong. You may be confused but time will tell. For I am the Ringleader and nothing else. For now you are my prey. But I have one last thing to say.
When the lights turn out and the night is silent. That it when I will strike there is no denying it. For all you know I could be in your street, at your door, in your room, behind you. Know I promise that I will stick to my word proud and true.
For I am the Ringleader and that is what I do…
