“Sword From Before”

A lingering, sparkling trace of magic floats by the lake shore
It flutters in peace, releasing gentle hums to keep the night awake
There’s a melody aching to take form
It requires a touch of curiosity
A scroll tinted by aquamarine unfolds
The deep blue ink shimmers in the moonlight

It reads:

I climbed out the lake, with mistakes staked in my heart
Forced to make break for the torch
Like I did before
Torchlight for my feet, can’t be discreet
Because green-eyed creatures seek to make fake relief
They lunge at our guts while we’re stuck in ruts
They fuss and thrash to make ash with broken trust
They complain when we make gain, forced to throw faith in a bank
At the end of the day because we can’t hesitate
Once we believe to think we deserve more green
To defeat the means and live beyond the wreck
Those creature’s eyes turn to you, abusing all of you
Forced to keep your thoughts in and you can’t refuse
Forced to build your coffin, for what’s left of you
Because you’ve felt their dull blade drop on your neck
Like they did before
But

Before was then and since then
I’ve scavenged the system
Gleaned scraps of wisdom
To craft an emerald pen
That writes for a willing mind
Driven by those who seek a new start
To work on their heart and realign
To realize their self-worth ripped away
Forced to leave eyes wide
And forced to leave an open core
Only to get crushed by those before

So I

Drape my Shadow over my coat
She leaves rainbows for souls to stow
As they pass this lake, reading words to make
A sword unlike those before
Forged under the torch of a mind so precise
A design planned from my time spent
During my ascent across celestial glint
Pitch black on all sides, the stars realigned
My heart on all sides, while the dark closed in
Had to fight blind through blurred eyes
Had to finish fights with that dull blade over my mind
Had to shed doubts inside
Had to seek new love to remake my core
And try to recall every word from those before

They’re words to push yourself, extent in reverse
To help disperse the stint that rejects beauty in glint
That denies new perspective and adores the past
Never trust anyone who wants to go back
It’s rancid, it’s old, it’s danger, it’s cold
You’ll fold, bend back, snap, crack
Stop and get stuck in ruts worse than mud
Your soul moves
Perpetual
Your body is stuck
And you’re miserable
Like those before

Take these words and forge that sword
Seek help to slip string through the hilt
And hold the blade above the world
Of those green-eyed creatures
That wallow in their fake relief
And keep that threat instead
Because it takes a slip and an evil eye so keen
To kill each and every thing you love
A discovery so steep it keeps your default
Tempted to drop that blade with full intent
Look down
From above
Don’t stall
Cause the fall

Take a breath
Wait

Their violence rinses out the blood
And stops the flood of consequence
From reaching those who convinced us to make fake relief
In the only thing I dare not speak
But that would mean I’m in the past
I’d only keep regret if I didn’t speak on the concept
Of finding greed, the poisonous seed, growing in your pocket
You'll be shocked to find a fist of dirt because you wanted it
Become obsessed with feeling something that embodies it
It'll press your heart before long
And you'll deny that it doesn't belong

One more step

Take the torch
Forge the sword
Keep it
Hold it
Start your walk
Embrace disaster
Learn from those before
Make a soft path
And make it easy to walk after

Now drop the sword

The scroll refolds itself and collapses back into magic
Gentle hums continue to keep the night awake
A smile could be heard on the wind