Shattered Glass

The Wheel

Bet you won’t guess what this is about.



A circle I have drawn around the heated heart,
it is my whole power, my symbol and might.
I am the wheel that makes this world go round,
pulls it like an ox with seven sacred horns.

The king of this earth once was by my side,
I was his wisdom and his death to come.
I am mercy to the wicked and the silent blade,
one eye in the past and the other in dark.

I am mystery of oaths and poet with no muse,
crimson-clad singer behind gleaming bars.
A quill in my hand writes the words unspoken,
secrets of the royal upon pages leave.

    So this is me, the golden bird,
    one hand in black, the other in red.
    I tread my way and to shadows turn,
    I hold a key in the eyes unseen.
    I am a letter and uncertain verse,
    the one that can lead you to a thrice-blessed blade.
    A heart I embraced and true love I felt,
    a gem red like blood is my only mate.
    A monster of lines is my firstborn child,
    all my life is contained within a tear that drops down…

I have given life and life I have taken,
what I sow, I can reap.
Gods bow before me, among them I walk,
what I said, said has been.

I am the egg and the knife in the dark,
from me came this world, and with me it shall end.
The three sacred names sound on my lips,
I am the bard of divinity.

Seven spears of mercy, seven towers tall,
nine holy blessings, eight and only one.
They came to my hearth, drank my poisoned wine,
crossed one too many thresholds, and ended in my arms.

    So this is me, the golden bird,
    one hand in black, the other in red.
    I tread my way and to shadows turn,
    I hold a key in the eyes unseen.
    I am a letter and uncertain verse,
    the one that can lead you to a thrice-blessed blade.
    A heart I embraced and true love I felt,
    a gem red like blood is my only mate.
    A monster of lines is my firstborn child,
    all my life is contained within a tear that drops down…

I am the father and the mother and child,
one of three gods, and all three in one.
Blessed by the holiest dawn
and cursed by the twilight at dusk.

Brother to plots and sister to deceit,
I am the vision of black hands and death.
Giver of oaths and bringer of lies,
the only true story and only one truth.

I am the wheel and the poem and blade,
I am the worm and the vulture and whale.
I order a moon and have counted all stars,
I live in madness long enough to be sane.

God of steel and of stone I have given to drakes,
I surrendered divines to the rule of the man.
I am the giver of godhood and might,
I am the first and the middle and last.

    So this is me, the golden bird,
    one hand in black, the other in red.
    I tread my way and to shadows turn,
    I hold a key in the eyes unseen.
    I am a letter and uncertain verse,
    the one that can lead you to a thrice-blessed blade.
    A heart I embraced and true love I felt,
    a gem red like blood is my only mate.
    A monster of lines is my firstborn child,
    all my life is contained within a tear that drops down…

I am the poet and the quill and the ink,
I am the symbol and the royal and wise.
I am the egg and the life from it born,
I am the shield and the tear and the mourn.

I am the wheel and the poem and blade,
I am the worm and the vulture and whale.
I order a moon and have counted all stars,
I live in madness long enough to be sane.

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