The Eternal Rider

 

(A lone voice talks to his only friend)

Nobody knows my name

For nobody can know my pain

But all that matters

Is how my version of the Almighty built me

To resist that pain whenever it feels like raining 

So like a lone singer walking the red carpets

Looking into mythical rooms 

As he walks through his version of The Hotel California

I know we'll find our way to the bright lights of Salvation

Past all the sweet temptations and mountains of the Mournful

To embrace our life's muse called Laura 

Since She of no name

From the High Courts of Moloria

While reading my Tarot cards in her Rec Room called The Consortia

 

Once described her 

And now all we gotta do is try to find and restore her

For my blood and yours are infused with the spirits of ancient warriors

As I now know

We're just another two performers

Alive and lost in the endless Plays of the Forlorn 

Who silently prays 

To be glorified and transformed 

Whilst the four winds bellow 

With whispers and echos of Pandora 

To fulfil the prophecy of meeting our Laura

As reported by She of No Name

The Mage

The Sorceress

From the High Courts of Moloria

Where she once so long ago

Read my Tarot cards in her Rec Room 

Called The Consortia

 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy