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Poetry News Post #175

To Serve

Written by: Wanderer-Cleric, Aisu Fayea, The Avenging Angel
Date: Friday, September 6th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone


It is clear to me my tragedy
That I cannot be my own--
What is that again?
I'm just an actress on a stage
Directed,
A piece upon a board.
Tell me that again
I dare you, speak another word
Lies are but the answers
To questions that
No longer concern.
It's too late for me to change
My mind is set.
There is no turning back
The die is cast,
And I am here to serve.
Chaos and delusion,
Distractions but to
Set my fate against me,
Masking what I see
As what it truly turns
To be. But I have set my
Faith upon one path,
And I will trust those ends.
It's too late for me to change
My heart is set.
There is no turning back
The die is cast,
And I am here to serve.
Rise and take my life
When my call is
To another's side?
Against my choice
And my ideals to others.
Rise and find myself?
In that there is the key.
I know you've lost all faith in me,
But it's too late.
I know I'm doomed for years
Perhaps eternity by you
To chase the shadows
You create in the darkness for me.
My endless Mistakes have proved
To you my inability
To function in the real world
But it's too late to turn my back.
I know you think I've lost control
And failed my final test,
I know that I am "paranoid"
And the greatest chaos
My fears unleashed
On many minds to grow.
I know my Mistakes,
But it's too late for me to change
For I am your greatest Mistake.
It's too late for me to change!
My soul is set.
There is no turning back
The die is cast,
And I am here to serve.
I reap what I sow
And I will pay forever now,
Nothing is the same for
Me now that I have failed
To keep my basic sanity
In crisis, my mind
Under my own control,
Keep my faith and thus learn
Truth, but I cannot
Turn my life on your's now!
It's too late for that
To be an option.
We're in the Coils
Of Destruction
Reaching from within,
Doomed to loss
I pray we're not,
That life may rise again
To take its hold on those
Who cannot seem
To mend their breaking souls,
Regain control.
But if death is the end
For one of us
It does not change my thoughts
And will not steer my path,
It's too late for me to change
My life is set.
There is no turning back
The die is cast
I am here to learn,
And I am here to serve.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Haernos, in the year 79 MA.


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