A Dance to Remember - The Dark Games Begin.


Entered the hall with humility and humanity intact.

They took his heart, his head, his facts.

Turned him round, said thank you after.

Little was known of his journey nor laughter.


The Green man twisted that black hole,

It dug dark and burned, like his soul.


When dark resolve found and path bent back,

The hall he found was quite black.

Sword and brand he raised high,

Screaming his battle to the sky.


The Green Knight charged into the fray,

Cutting threads till the very next day.

Panting and smeared, he sat alone,

Begging forgiveness from his new Throne.



The Lady of the Lake - A Bloody Smear.


Salt ringing with copper, each splash against the floor disturbs him.

Emerging from the blood, movement, what is this new challenge the darkness gives.

A Lady, nay. An Angel. This was foretold. The whispers gave him that.

But what is this.. Mi'lady of the crimson lake angers, she is not Whole.


Hungry for what? More tears? More BLOOD?

Waiting for a challenge has proven too much for this Knight.

His armors torn, banner in flight.

Rust on the edge of his taken weapon.


He swings for hurt, for pain, for retribution.

The Lady we know must never be struck, she won't have it mate, you're out of luck.

Now Night eternal weighs on the table.

No eyes for the green man, she turned them sable.


Cannot envy that which you cannot touch nor speak nor see.

That part of your humanity lost, so much like we.

Pariah and outcast forever.

Stained with Blood.


The lady takes that which was granted, power. replaces with fragility.

The Green Man is humbled, powerless, great beard torn.

Rust resplendent upon his Eternal Throne.

Her eyes forever upon him from the Mantle.



Emergence unto a New Order. A Morning to Die for.


He comes out from his kingdom of one, his banner still stands alone.

Deafening silence greets him and all is gone, scattered trails in dust and bone.

Destruction and deserts, no animals, no humans. no villages, only broken towns.


Taking forth what little remains he pushed through the veil she threw upon the portal.

A great sacrifice, a weight removed with each step, vigor and vim igniting, wavering mortal coils.

This broken human takes his fire and lifts it with both hands upwards.

Praise the Sun and the sons of the many that came after the One.


Another step, the Great Knight stumbles, knees bent now, it has begun.

The ashen dust spreads through his fingers, arms, armor.

As he burns out, yet another stands, determined and calmer.

Pride and power within. The Cycle Completes.


That green man with envy in his glance glows once more.

But now turns to satisfaction and complacency.

Ascension into a new order above that which he once was.

With last breath and motion, the Knight blurs his weapon again.


Sinking it into the stone that would be his marker of all that was.

He becomes the most powerful legend, named Excalibur.

The lady awaits, greeting, welcoming.

Her name would be Gaia.


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