A Wizard's Destiny

Why is pain so compelling to me?

Through the night I've crawled, hateful and ashamed

Drowning powerless in the despair of my worst memories

Confronted with and tortured by my own secrets

I cannot choose not to believe, I need to know

Stay close to me as this story comes to pass

A momentary glimpse of the ones behind the net

And the twinkling eye of the maker of the wands

Running down a slope of recollections

The descending mist of a gaunt and silent spectre

The coiling of nerves and the tightened hush

The bowstring tension of anticipation

I have become the abyss that reflected me

Sympathy or apathy if the dead could speak

Holes in the heavens like the gaps in myself

Crying as fantasies breed frustration

The sunrise has not come, drained of all hope

Absence, nothing, a child in the dark

Hearing the screams of my dying parents

Witnessing the killing, touching the cadavers

A flash of sickness and the rush of speeding death

The shrill high laughter of a merciless voice

A murderer crushed by protective love

Seven mutilations of a single soul

The pure lust for inflicting hurt

A pitiless gaze atop a lipless mouth

Images of my friends weaken and fade

Each doubt reopening miseries long suppressed

As every promise abandons me

Excruciating loss is transmuted into iron resolve

I am the spark before the blaze

Beyond all restraint in an instant of fury

Beads of light vibrate to the timbre of joining wills

The brothers meet and the cores sing in recognition

The synchronicity of two minds equal in strength

Now it is I who calls you by name

Father and mother are gone and I can never be whole again

Every fibre bore the pressure contorting every wound

I will not die crouching, hiding, kneeling in supplication

Straight-backed and proud I am the stone of your defeat

For all the times I feared to speak

For all the days I dreaded the dawn

For all the years I fought alone

I shall give you the obliteration of the curse that disappears you like the words you have spoken!!!

As a dream of distress fades upon awakening

Agony is reconciled over the creeping of time

Healing tears of vindication and wisdom

The graceful retribution of maturity

The boy who lived is now the man with the lightning scar

The one who survived as the other diminished

Beast being and spirit shall endure to testify

He was a master of spells.