RECEIVER OF THE WILD LIGHT

the Prince and the Knight

connections forged
hopes made in vain
obsessions formed
blood severed

in Light, a severance is an explosion
Space shattered into Void and Blood
a narrative concluded

in Mind, a severance is a replacement
a Choice forged with another
new Connection better than what ever lay between before
a growth beyond the conception of imagination

in both, in their rejection
in severance
however fast or slow
something new arises
something better

whether dramatic or quiet
experiences forge something better
the two-in-one looks towards the end

Light and Mind superseded by Blood and Void

Connections forged in the fires of a burning forest
flight from the lake as the world collapses around
rogue shadow incinerates the club
the heat of passion, the heat of flame

but those Connections forged in passion don't seem to last
one by one, they all prove hollow
over time, they all drift away

a beacon of Light proves the muse a sole exception
but the exception does not counter the pattern

hollow wooden idols all burn themselves away in the end
overwhelmed by the heat of a power they could never hope to truly wield

it all returns to nothing

you see the lake regrowing
algae in the pond
saplings in the ash
honey in the hives

you sit, looking over the field once destroyed
everything you loved torched in umbral flame
amidst all the rebirth and succession, you worry
you've since become the mouthpiece of its demise

you know where it lies
activity and festival coated in ash
the pompeii of a forest fire left behind
being dug out and rediscovered

but you also know the harms
you've seen what resurrection does
there always is a debt
an instability that burns down the joy once had

and so you overlook the pond
sit among the bustling ruins
and share your lesson with the echoes of old flames:

Let dead cults lie.