Book 2: Madness (Of Dance and Discord)

'She sits, a muse between the trees,

consuming color, wild and free,

her mask conceals a soul that calls,

but in these streets the dreamers fall.

And I am lost beneath these stars,

with broken thoughts and aching scars.

With shadowed strike and hounds that bark,

upon these seas the king embarks.

My darkness blankets words and deeds,

'fore journey's done old scars they bleed.

My fire burns the endless skies,

a quest to light my dreams alive.

Alone I chase the siren's call,

upon the bow: stand proud and tall.

I'll sail e'ery sea the banshee flees,

until I die or done is deed.

The laughter chokes a mind now torn,

and where I land I do not know.

I weave the shadow like cloth to loom,

I sow the seeds that bring the doom.

Come daylight's end I raise my fist,

unleash the terrors with a kiss.

I will never pay my due;

slay every beast within this zoo.

Upon ocean swells the oil spills,

my poison marks the final kill.

The waves they rage, the dance is done,

so to the sickness I succumb.

Back and forth,

I passed discord's torch.

From pain aflame the demon's made,

so I gave my madness a name.'