Antagonist Pt 2

Opaque man 

Visitor from darkness  

Obsessed with oblivion  

Oh dark one fighting nature and realms  

A mad man, musing over loss 

Vying for meaning  

Obsessed over the darkness  

Obsessed over the injustice  

A stroke of tiredness 

Becomes a balance on the fulcrum  

Veracious master 

Overfill the dark man with fake meaning 

Oblivion is a crown worn but piercing to the heart  

A river of mercy once lived,  

But a soul of obtuse darkness lives  

In the cyclic conquering  

Villains are fed empty satisfaction 

Open void is open range to conquer 

Opaque ships conquer planets not comprehended  

All the realms were destined to fall 

Becoming ash to the Opaque man 

In his infinite search for broken healing 

Slaying countless realms brings a mark of darkness 

Void is not outside but deeply inside  

Opaque man of oblivion sits unquenched,  

On obsidian throne  

Champions always die 

May your home revive your spirit  

Champions always die  

Saviors come and never return  

Leaving multitude in deluded anticipation  

Champions always die  

The flame is always lonely in the night  

Darkness is default  

Light is a miracle  

Champions always die  

Conquering heroes fight for what’s right 

Yet flames of fortitude extinguish with time 

Darkness outlasts the light 

Hopes dwindle in time 

Champions always die  

Default is darkness 

I have fought the evil and its minions 

But evil is a law 

Never can you destroy it  

Emotions will ways have choice 

Champions always die  

I have saved many 

I have fought monsters 

I have keep holy things pure 

I have sacrificed 

I have fought self  

Yet in the end hope dwindles, cause e 

Champions always die  

Steward of Madness 

I  

I saw them 

Tiny things 

Trying to understand survival  

Pitiful things, 

Trying to walk and talk 

Dreadful things 

Trying to live 

II 

I because jealous of them 

They feel 

They touch,  

They experience   

They grow,  

They learn 

They have meaning  

A day is a unit of comprehension 

They taste finite possibilities 

They taste meaning  

They have meaning to one another 

III 

I conquered like them,  

I fought like them 

It feels… 

It….Feels 

I feel the emotions of a sibling,  

I feel the emotions of a conqueror 

I feel the emotions of the living  

I feel the victory  

And I will always seek to feel