Exceptional The Wandering Man makes a vow Chronicles of the Wandering Man : Interlude: A Prayer and a Sermon by Fleedleflump

The Wandering Man's Prayer i I never understood the faith that drove the flock to you, nor could condone the hapless fate you left them in to stew. I see apostles up above, all victims of your crime, adrift upon insanity you built in your design. They think they do your work, oh God, by culling freedom's peace. They think their hate won't count when comes your final armistace. Instead of helping heal the world, you leave these monsters free, and now I know you won't save them. You leave that up to me. ii I see in you a callous god, a petty deity, and now I have faith, finally, that you will fail to see the ramollescence this world needs to rise from horror's seethe; the freedom I must gift to it, the air it craves to breathe. My partner was my link to hope but now I wear her life. I have a stomach full of grief where once I had a wife. And so I pray to you, my Lord, who dwells in ethers fey. I pray you'll see the only course, and stay out of my way. The Judge's Sermon i The day the holy mushroom cloud delivered us from sin, He gave to us, the strong and proud, the tools we need to win. Beneath the purity of night, for decades we have lived to bring us to our time of might, to live and thrive herewith. This frontier town has been our ark to shield us from The End. Now we'll maintain this perfect dark until his will amend. I am the prophet, sent by God to spread his holy voice, the shepherd sent to steer you from freedom's anarchic vice. ii So follow me, ye ragged few, into the future's care, and understand we live our lives beneath his blessed stare. No traitor's words will stay our hand, no lies will hold us down. No shadow fiend can understand our burgeoning reknown. We are the world, these coming times! We are the sacred might! We are the chosen children of the Lord's eternal night! We are the children: SHOUT FOR ME! We are theandric dark! And in our midnight, cast from earth, the world will bear our mark! Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality Author Notes . . Some definitions: Ramollescence - a softening or mollifying Theandric - created/inspired by the divine I have not described the form here because I am not wedded to it. Please think of this as free verse that happens to have some regular tricks up its sleeves. I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. We are approaching the conclusion :-) Mike © Copyright 2024. Fleedleflump All rights reserved. Fleedleflump has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.