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by Dragonlore
Vereor the dread gazes his eyes upon the world
Through his shadowed silk sash. Blindfolded.
He knows not of dread, for he sees no fear
And yet he can feel it as if it is near
Beside his presence is Nay the Obey
She did his deeds in all the ways
Banishes those whom He feels threatened
Do it, though frighten, without delay.
She helps him keep his fears at bay
To save herself from great exile
And take away his fear. Blindfolded.
Behind him lie Dubium the doubt. The seafarer
With the black pearled hair in the ocean corsair
Above the waxing shirt that lied under the ash coat
Each year he comes. He chants his tales
The tale of wonder to his dreadful friend
Unlike this year, the dread man speaks
Durium the Doubt must be banished.
This is an order. Be haste it is.
I always do for you. I ask no question,
But to exile your friend without reason
I must understand your true intention.
He poisons you with hope and dream
He is the threat and thats all matter
Obey my words and do as order.
Disobey my words and face despair.
The soften twig of grim loyalty
Shatter away by the lord of fear
Who speaks with cruelty. Blindfolded.
Nay the obey fell ill in dismay.
She gazes at Dubium and then to Vereor
I do not fear you, for you fear yourself
You them in to devour your reality
If your wish is to exile your dearest friends,
Then you must as well banish me too.
But before we leave, I must beg you
Untie the sash that clouded your sight
Witness the lost that you shall regret.
Vereor gazed his eyes upon his pleading servant,
He looks at her sadly and pathetically. Blindfolded.
It was then that he raised his hands behind his back
Untied his silken sash gazing his eyes
to witness the unforeseen around him.
His amber eyes beam forth at the calm ocean, looking
at the edge of the horizon that can be seen with his own sight.
Waves after waves of sea that crashes along the erosive shore
As the Sun is stolen by the king of time
Replacing with the glamorous beam of moonlight,
Vereor witness darkness and yet feel nothing against it.
His fear far from exists, yet theres something missing within him.
As he glances back to where the obey once stood,
His mind is clouded with true lament.
From where they stood lie two flowers closest to his hand
.
Dying, vanishing. Unfolded.
