by Emmit Other
Cast in the shadows
Between Reality's Towers
Servant to Masters
And Invisible Powers
Taken to maxims
That every army makes
Trainer of Greenhorns
And upping the stakes
Master on Master
Passes the Shadow
Servant and Thunder
Maker of Soldiers
By the Plethoran Farrow
Every force, every army
Runs on more than command
The spine of might
Where warfare can stand
Survivor of dark lords
And many a hero
He moves through the grayness
As a plenary zero
Wiping the writing
Of a dozen dozen lives
Fate turns a blind eye
Like uncivil wives
It isnt that death isnt possible
In this toxic temporal game
But the reaper of souls
Just won't take the blame
Warden of Mothmen
And Herder of Daemons
The accounting of quarters
The receiver of Freemens'
Oaths to the powers that owe more to the stars
Than empty promises
And temporal scars
Echoing plainly
Samsura becalled
Flickering badly
In a medly of halls
The choir has spoken
The dice have been cast
It isnt the toil
And it never can last
Listen for fiddles
Of spidery silk
Gossimer fate motes
And basilisk milk
Take to the highways
Where gremlins hitchhike
Watch for the Hunter's Moon
With Grendle's head on a pike.
