Ladies and gentlemen:
This is me at my weakest—
My most vulnerable and exposed—
Laying bare my most fatal flaw
To grow stronger than ever before.
The darkness has conquered,
Vanquished hope in its veracious path,
Leaving a cadaver of a life to rot
And sew a macabre fate.
I will make it a distant nightmare
And wield it as it once commanded me,
Incarnating as an empire,
And so become immortal.
I can’t wait for someone to rise
From the ashes of dereliction to fix me,
So I’ll do it myself—as a soldier or a king—
And reclaim the royalty you tried to deprive me of.