Falling


by Tancred Lasalle





The sunset comes again, and you're not there.
An arcane magic fills the air -- loss, the final artwork of the soul.
I'm no longer whole.
The Royal Library is empty at midnight,
The books have no words at midnight,
Nicator's pride is nothing at midnight...
You're not there.
I drift like a shade,
Whispering your name...
"This sunset glows, and shines, and grows almost too lovely to behold;
The yellows fade away, the blues become more bold,
And soon the night will come," I whispered in your ear.
And now the night has come, and you're not here.


The Chaos Realm is red and black, blood and ash, red and black,
Colors of my soul. I'm no longer whole.
I walk an endless circle along the endless wheel --
I'm falling.
Falling from logic,
Falling from memory,
Falling from possibility,
Falling into chaos.
The whip-spark of lightning vibrates from my soul.
Here, I'm whole -- the beings of Chaos walk with me,
Talk to me, drifting like shades like me, lost in a dream of you.


In the cold red light of the chaos sun,
Walking the black of chaos earth,
My destiny has just begun,
My chance at rebirth.
Like an everchanging phoenix, my love burns
Red gold yellow bright ruby stars and summer light.
A torch in the night.
I'm falling.
Falling from despair,
Falling from failure,
Falling from laws,
Falling into you.
You will be reborn as well, my love.
The King of Chaos will flow and change, as Chaos must...
Till then, may he comfort you, my love --
Wrap you in warmth, and hold you in grace...
I pray, Golgotha, show her your kindest face.
And say to her, 'sweet one, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.'
For it is not so dreadful here.


Studying by candlelight, I strive for truth
And unearth lies, I seek the flame that always dies,
I chase perfection, reach for hope, I climb
Until there's no more rope, I
Pray until there's no more
God, I fight until
There's nothing left,
I burn!
I cinder away
Like ash from a distant volcano.


Like your blood's swift pulse,
Tears streak hot and bright on my face.
I'm falling.
Falling from light,
Falling from the past,
Falling from myself,
Falling from grace.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 201 AF.