The Withered King

I’ve lost my wings to guide me
To where my arrows fall,
My memories a token, of where she lay down broken
A toast for the fallen on loneliest nights.
By those who have not felt the blade.
Come forth, dearest reaper and come take my life.
Your presence here caused no dismay
And kings fell to glory, but others will rise
The end of a story, Like others before me
Once soared like an eagle, a god of the skies
No longer felt burdened by mere mortal ties
The rain and the lightning now covered my eyes.
Robbed from my freedom, by gods that arise
A slave to my anger, shackled by its chains
The longing for vengeance still burns in my veins
The night will stain red, in a spectacle of blood
Tonight, i will open the skies and dismember your gods
Don’t let me return to the hell where i’m from.
Speak your litanies no more
I’ll drown the heavens in rivers of tears
For your betrayal
I’ve lived by the sword i won’t die for your words
May my arrows find a way to your heart and lift this curse, once and for all
I hold no fear for this life, through many tired days, I’ve seen the end of
this fight
No glory left for me, I’ve sinned too many times, to be expected to rise
Your soul is as black as the words that you form,
A dark shapeless mess, forcing me no more
And light nor dark can now break me down
A withered king, broken. No justice nor crowns