pathways uncalled are walked by the minds of the fallen
nameless passages unbuilding that which is known
in the world of 'belief'
on that frontier untraversed, the traveler, the hero
seeking the dark princess
who at first sight drew chains swift around him
the fragility of his soul in her possession
in her freedom to break or to cherish
she is blind,
unwitting of her power
which has and will destroy many worlds
many phrases of thought
the least of which is hope
the greatest of which is despair
that last brief reprise
summons forth a monstrosity
wings gripping the air as its mouth rains the blood of the fallen
princess awareless of that which she gives forth to creation
dreams neither attainable nor priceless
precious in the eyes of the fallen