The Test by Which Many, Many Fail

The Test by Which Many, Many Fail

The Test by Which Many, Many Fail<–Want to Hear it?

Will I overcome the fantom forces that are bound and determined to overcome my will to do just that?

They volunteer information.

They cannot keep my name from their lips.

I silently ponder the retribution that I will never let myself find solace in.

I need not the spells and omens that some find appealing.

My words become truth. I am a prophet.

I wake up sleeping giants and beckon them to follow me into this tundra of shambles known to me as life.

I stare into night through rain and watch the wind carry smoke to the heavens.

Mumbling blessings on the ones that dare to combat me.

They will need these.

Not for things I will do, but for these things that will befall the ones that hold malice for…who I am.

I dance a million jigs and twist and turn to melodies that sirens sing to kings and queens.

I, one bystander smiling an enchanting smile.

While piles of wreckage begin to form just off the path that I trod.

My words and world are one.

My dreams it seems surround me.

I become mum as tenticles try to pull me into their grip.

I slip through. Do you?

Try to rise above the level you are on, because that level is for naught.

It is a test by which many, many fail.