The Alchemist and the Guardian by TikToxic, literature
Literature
The Alchemist and the Guardian
A truce, if you will.
A quiet word.
We've played our game of skill
For years, my friend
Centuries.
The duality of man, defined,
An eternal dance.
Picture me, refined (if you will)
Offering a hand (uncloaked, no dagger, not this time).
I am tired, old man
Not of existence, no
I could never tire of that.
Of war, our dance, of...this.
So...a truce.
A break.
An uneasy silence.
Quiet the guns, lower the swords,
Let's simply be, for a while.
I am quiet, this time.
We are balanced, I wish to remain so...
I wish to taste life.
Just this once.
Find out what the fuss is about.
You should too.
A truce, then...
I'll drink to that.
Tired of walking these streets
In a city with no name
Tired of boarded-up memories
Signs saying who's to blame
Sick of lawns of needles
Every crack laced with weeds
sick of stains on street corners
Pay me anything, let me please
Chainlink rot and metal
No trespassing this way
Gritty shadows and swinging gates
The sun didn't rise today
Sick of Anger Park and Hanging Tree
Tired of Sleepless Heights
I know this city too well now
Wander it alone most nights
Tired of walking these streets
In a place with no tone
Tonight I throw away the map
And try to make my head
My home.
I was once filled with light, just as you are
Once walked in its warmth, believed in its love
And I was selfish and blind, thinking it would last...
Now I walk in darkness. The light shuns me, it burns me
Those who still love it turn my darkness, call me betrayer
And yet I still walk my path. Darkness is another light
I used to serve, I use this to serve, to aid
I can no longer heal, but I can save and protect
Now...
My heart may no longer beat; I may not dance the same tunes
Nor see the same colours as you
My path is always blind, I have no torches, no light touches here
But I stand with my sword in my hand for you
I hold my pain and my dar
So here I stand
Thoughts in my head and a knife in my hand
So here I pray
Please dear God, make this all go away
And here I watch
As I wait and carve myself another notch
And there I kneel
And pray and wait and never heal
And there's the wall
Run and hit and pray it falls
But here's the door
Locked and barred; to open never more
So here, my face
A mask; a fake, a shattered case
And here, my dream
Broken and bent, a cold silent scream
And in my madness, I am become a poet...
Line goes across the skin
Needy pain drawn from within
Patterns danced over blade
Notes of melody that won't fade
Flesh torn and red-run
Frantic now I've begun
Grip on phantom glass thrown
Shattered; scattered; blood unknown
Pain raw on show to see
Scars they outline, define me
Black on grey on red on skin
On blade...on paper, on white so thin
Unreal, but real, less harm but more
Skin on colour too cold to ignore
Blade a pen a skill - but a tool
An outlet for blood, for words-
For a fool
Cuts on paper with ink, not blood
This time, this time...I'll hold the flood.
I wish to feel the chains again
Cold rusted iron on wounded skin
I wish to feel the pain again
To beg old nightmares please begin
I wish to feel the blade once more
Warm cradled life in cold shaking hand
I wish to taste the fear once more
The only thing now I understand
I want to feel the breaks again
Finger cracks in hidden walls
I want to hide away again
Run and be alone once more
I wanted to put these mirrors down
Push them into the light for you
Reflect and refract my true face
Wanted you to see what I do
Reflections are all muddied now
Cold, smeared, seeing through
Cracks and shivers, iced up, grey
The rest is up to yo
Now...where was I...
Right. Well, after a few brushes with unpleasentness, I ended up skipping Ireland to England at the worst possible time. See, the English throne back then tended to change hands pretty often, and pretty messily too. I didn't know what was happening, being in Ireland and being all Celtish at the time, but I do know the Saxons and Danes were having issues with the Vikings and the Normans. Politics, back then, usually meant axes, and a lot of them. Looking back on it, I was lucky to have seen what I did - turned out I hit England about the same time one William the Conquerer did.
...Fod god's sake, Law, that's prime whiske
Fianna paused, hand on the door of the room he hadn't set foot in since...well, since the day his world had ended and his family had shattered. He had the key in a hand, it fit into the lock, but he didn't turn it, not yet.
If he closed his eyes, if he stayed still, he could still hear the careful notes. Lorn hadn't sung since then, and to his knowledge, Veus hadn't touched another piano. The room had been locked up, forgotten, all the pain and loss pushed into it.
All the innocence, before the world had turned to ash by the actions of one man.
They'd all mourned, in their own ways. Fianna had fallen apart, piece by piece, even now the cra
Right where it all began, huh? See, I wasn't lying, that's a hell of a way back. You know how old I am, Veus? Oh, it's easy to say the words, right enough, it's just a number to you. But sit and think about it...you run a museum, you like your history, you tell me just a few of the things that happened in the last thousand years.
Yeah, there you go, you're going white. Drink some of your whiskey, pup, it'll make you feel better.
So...the beginning. Heh. Way back when, I was born - you're recording this, aren't you? Oh for - fine, but I swear, I see this in the Times Best Seller-
Fine, fine. Anyway, I was born back in Ireland, Galway area,
The Alchemist and the Guardian by TikToxic, literature
Literature
The Alchemist and the Guardian
A truce, if you will.
A quiet word.
We've played our game of skill
For years, my friend
Centuries.
The duality of man, defined,
An eternal dance.
Picture me, refined (if you will)
Offering a hand (uncloaked, no dagger, not this time).
I am tired, old man
Not of existence, no
I could never tire of that.
Of war, our dance, of...this.
So...a truce.
A break.
An uneasy silence.
Quiet the guns, lower the swords,
Let's simply be, for a while.
I am quiet, this time.
We are balanced, I wish to remain so...
I wish to taste life.
Just this once.
Find out what the fuss is about.
You should too.
A truce, then...
I'll drink to that.
I was once filled with light, just as you are
Once walked in its warmth, believed in its love
And I was selfish and blind, thinking it would last...
Now I walk in darkness. The light shuns me, it burns me
Those who still love it turn my darkness, call me betrayer
And yet I still walk my path. Darkness is another light
I used to serve, I use this to serve, to aid
I can no longer heal, but I can save and protect
Now...
My heart may no longer beat; I may not dance the same tunes
Nor see the same colours as you
My path is always blind, I have no torches, no light touches here
But I stand with my sword in my hand for you
I hold my pain and my dar
Line goes across the skin
Needy pain drawn from within
Patterns danced over blade
Notes of melody that won't fade
Flesh torn and red-run
Frantic now I've begun
Grip on phantom glass thrown
Shattered; scattered; blood unknown
Pain raw on show to see
Scars they outline, define me
Black on grey on red on skin
On blade...on paper, on white so thin
Unreal, but real, less harm but more
Skin on colour too cold to ignore
Blade a pen a skill - but a tool
An outlet for blood, for words-
For a fool
Cuts on paper with ink, not blood
This time, this time...I'll hold the flood.
I wish to feel the chains again
Cold rusted iron on wounded skin
I wish to feel the pain again
To beg old nightmares please begin
I wish to feel the blade once more
Warm cradled life in cold shaking hand
I wish to taste the fear once more
The only thing now I understand
I want to feel the breaks again
Finger cracks in hidden walls
I want to hide away again
Run and be alone once more
I wanted to put these mirrors down
Push them into the light for you
Reflect and refract my true face
Wanted you to see what I do
Reflections are all muddied now
Cold, smeared, seeing through
Cracks and shivers, iced up, grey
The rest is up to yo
Fianna paused, hand on the door of the room he hadn't set foot in since...well, since the day his world had ended and his family had shattered. He had the key in a hand, it fit into the lock, but he didn't turn it, not yet.
If he closed his eyes, if he stayed still, he could still hear the careful notes. Lorn hadn't sung since then, and to his knowledge, Veus hadn't touched another piano. The room had been locked up, forgotten, all the pain and loss pushed into it.
All the innocence, before the world had turned to ash by the actions of one man.
They'd all mourned, in their own ways. Fianna had fallen apart, piece by piece, even now the cra
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But...I have a bit of an announcement to make.
I'm pulling all my artworks off dA. I don't update here much any more, and I use it to basically snoop pretty pictures and references. I've been on dA now for...gods, years, honestly, in one form or another. To sound hipsterish, I was on dA before it exploded into the monster it is now.
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