Quoted By:
The Solar Archetype
You’ve woken and your conquering,
Like a lightning bolt in my mind
Your gold edged soul flowering,
Your eyes a cold flame unkind
Herald of the end, bringer of destruction
Fallen down, so Realm may rise again
Prophecy shall no longer be obstruction,
But let us return to where you begin
You were summoned, incarnate for a cause,
To hunt for devils, to clear the weak
To destroy the order, to establish divine law,
But for now you are blind, you are meek
You know not of the network, nor of the histories,
You know not of the struggle, nor of what shall be
But you shall know the truth, you shall know mystery,
For even now, you posses the Apollonian key
Who knew the Solution was born to Babel,
The world passes, it is gilded and boring
Your moods are silent, but you hate rabble,
Each day is sour, cold is each morning
Purity of blood, ill tempered aristocrat,
Without purpose, without challenge
A lost son of Ra, a lost child of Ma’at,
But though hidden, you are savage
The gold edged plain, the vast open space,
Like a sharp dream, like a sudden vision
Huge forms lumber, shaman forms race
With the prize ahead, appears a mission
To search and find, to target, and to prey,
To pull the trigger, to master gas and lead
And upon the taiga, a striped beast lay
Your now a killer, yet rest easy in bed
