Our Sick Story -Thus Far-

Tell me a tale on my bedside
One for the ages, one to pass on
A tale of concern, drama
One where not only happy endings reside
Something real, nothing fantastic
Perhaps the tale of AURYN and Atreyu
I wish to know of the Ouroboros
And the truth behind infinity

A twisted yarn
A tangent of destiny
No longer one, but a split end
The time line taken over by The Nothing

A tainted lullaby
A song to keep me up at night
One where the mocking bird cries
and the looking glass breaks

A malignant parable
Where the plot comes full circle
So no progress is made
No lesson learned

A morose epic
Where Jörmungandr has swallowed immortality
To the misbelief of those who worked so hard
Easy come, easy go

A melancholic myth
Where a flame must beg relief
from a fire much more contagious
He must fight fire with fire

A corrupt chronicle
Where a king is betrayed
stabbed by the members of his court
the most loyal have the most painful betrayals

A forlorn fable
With no ending at all
Where no tragic hero dares to fall
But one that keeps going, so every night…

You may tell me another story