The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Damp forest floor, can’t remember how I came to be here
Dark, yonder light, milky dim, corpse-green and drawing me in
To its source, a broken house, scarred, filled with sad memories
By the porchlight there stands a man, old, new.
I know his face.
Tread these paths with care, he said, they call to you to follow
Through this dark I bear the means to guide you from this hollow
A letter from the past
A promise to myself
The chance for immortality.
A sorcerer's demise
The blank stare in his eyes
Death's the last banality.
His mind flew through the brews he made
I listened to the news he gave.
Revealed to me with quickened breath
A secret – human life unbowed by death!
I wanted this chance to cheat time
I held the knife – his lifeblood flowed like wine.
A voice screamed from within my breast to cease
But from afar I bound myself to lasting sleep.
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Who can lead us from the paths we tread but ought not follow?
Guide, protect us from the poisoned feasts we blindly swallow?
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A letter runs ahead
I write the symbols blind
The chance for immortality.
A sorcerer’s demise
The blank stare in my eyes
I am my own insanity.
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Split in two - my soul departs, I view the lifeless canker’s body
Coursing through my flesh I venerate my bloody odyssey
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Damp, wooden floor, I awake
From my nightmares everyday.
Stained remorse, filled with ache
Countless years away.
Look to me now, I have aged
Stripped of pride and stripped of power
So with shame I turn the page
Through these graceless hours.
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Lyrics: Dan Jones. Music: Sky Empire ©