The flames lick at me, scorching the armor I bear
weighing me down, pulling me further into the abyss.
I hear my princess scream, resistant
battling her way back from defeat.
I crawl forward on hands and knees
the keening I make? Or is that my soul?
I only know that I cannot give up,
I must go forward.
Forward to the woman I love,
forward to the future ordained,
Forward to the depths of hell
This story is old, as old as can be.
A King, A Queen, The Princess
and the knave that has her heart.
Only this time, there is no happy ending
there is no fond farewell.
There is only horror and hell
blood and pain
dancing in the slashing rain.
Insanity and narcissism
power and rage,
this is no fairy tale,
there will be no bliss.