Thomas Cole
Stone & Steel
on To
the Temple
of Hephaestus;
What Glory a Waits me,
Forlorn Son
of Past Noble Deeds.
OnWard
to the Treasures
Only I Could Steal,
Past Gorges & Ravines.
Through Withering Heights
I Followed This Dream,
Minerva’s Steed.
No Earthly Things Did I See,
Only Cold, HardShip & Depravity;
Till I Reached That Crystal
Cavern of Old.
The Lame God
was Depicted In Many Scenes,
the Love of Fire & Forge
& That
Which I did Seek;
His Crowning Achievement
the Star Sword;
Aphrodite’s Bane;
Aries’ Whore.
What I Wonder
Will Bar my Door
From This & More.
In Answer Blood was Spilt;
Mine.
For That Steel Clad Creature
Had None I Could Find.
Brazen Brass Bull,
my Blade
a Tiny Broken Thing.
Sharp Fingers Rend Flesh,
Curses Give Way to Screams
At the Test
of Metal Against Muscle.
Plunging the Pommel
Through One
of Its Fiery
Red Orbs;
Kicking Out with Both Feet.
Thrusting It & Much of me;
For the Talons Still Did Cling
to Pieces of me,
From the Shelf
Where we Did Battle.
In To the Fire
That Did Ring us In
Before a Bridge.
Where I Once Again
Took Up my Plight,
For I Saw No Way
It Could Survive
Or Climb the Black Night
That Had Swallowed
the Guardian
of the Crypt.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.
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