“i despair”
surrounded by spectres
I live with fearsome shapes
that haunt this existence
and make it my hell
I leave them
let go of their embrace
push them away
run into the forest
they do not follow
from their clawing and grasping
the hatred and pain
I have escaped, I am home
but then, through the trees
a glimpse caught of a familiar and fearsome shape
I must leave home
and return to my hell
“i hope”
leaving home to return to hell
I hear the voice of the queen
calling me back to the woods
the sound of home
I walk away still, my heart torn in two
the voice of the king echos in my soul
running to my hell, screaming for home
torn between two ways
looking to the forest
it screams out to me gently and majestically
looking to my hell
I hear the ghosts calling my names
my deepest being wants home
but drawn inexplicably to my hell
I am torn in the tension
my one companion is darkness and destruction
“i sing”
but now the king has come
I am saved from my foes
he scatters the spectres
destroys the demons
I am his child
for he tells me so
and I am free to be torn
but he will aid me
the spectres return
they tear and wail
but the king comes at my call
I am free to go home
torn at times still
though in the forest I abide
I am given a shaky peace
and at times I sing -sDB