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The Horned God, from her solitary tower of shadow, watched as her people turned against a part of her. Believing her to be the dragon of mist and darkness, which she was. Just as she was their queen. Her heart ached, but she knew this misery was born of her love for them. She knew that her actions, while necessary, had been misinterpreted. She had become the very thing she had sworn to protect them from, while remaining their protector. Was she to protect them from herself? The truth?
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The Horned Goddess, exhausted but victorious, cast a powerful spell, a shimmering barrier that enveloped the valley. It was a shield, a fortress, a promise of eternal safety. But to the villagers, it was a prison. They saw the barrier not as a shield against the darkness, but as a cage that confined them. As she gazed out at her kingdom, she knew that her work was far from over. The darkness may have been defeated, but the seeds of evil still remained. Her noble intentions misunderstood. Her sacrifices unrecognized. The valley, once filled with hope and admiration, was now consumed by fear and resentment.
The battle was fierce, a clash of cosmic forces. The dragon fought with a ferocity born of desperation, her every breath a tempest, her claws strike as a thunderbolt. The darkness, a sentient entity, fought back with equal ferocity, its tendrils reaching out to consume all in its path. She recognized the darkness and this disturbed her. As the battle raged, the valley watched in awe and terror. They had never seen such power, such destruction. The battle raged for days, the outcome uncertain and impossible to discern. But in the end, the Horned God emerged victorious. The darkness was vanquished, and the land was saved. Her victory came at a great cost. The Horned God, weakened and wounded, retreated to her tower.
The Horned Goddess, from her lofty perch, witnessed the encroaching darkness. It was a sinister force, a blight upon the land, spreading like a venomous tendril. Her heart ached for her people, her beloved subjects and with a heavy sigh, she descended from her tower. Her form shifted, the queenly facade melting away to reveal the monstrous dragon beneath. Scales shimmered, claws extended, and eyes glowed with ancient power. She soared into the sky, a dark silhouette against the encroaching darkness.
This internal struggle defines her existence. As the queen, she exudes wisdom, grace, and benevolence. As the dragon, she embodies raw, untamed power and ferocity. The goddess understands that to reveal her true form would be to unleash a power that could consume the world. Yet, to do nothing would be to condemn her people to a fate worse than death. Thus, she remains in her tower, loving them from afar, ensuring their safety by keeping her distance.
Despite her isolation, the Horned God is the protector of the land. Her eyes, ever watchful, spot any threat long before it reaches her people. Her love for them fuels her resolve, and her power shields them from harm. It is a heavy burden, but one she bears willingly, for she knows that this is the only way to keep the balance and safeguard her kingdom.
High atop her tower, the Horned Goddess sits in solitude, watching over her kingdom. Her people are now below her. As they look towards the skies they see their beloved battle princess and her captor, a dragon of mist and darkness. Locked in an eternal struggle to maintain the balance of their world. Her people don’t stray too far from the truth. She is both—the fierce queen and the mighty dragon, her dual nature a secret known only to her.
My heart’s bound to this body
By nothing, but skin Nothing on the outside Reflects what is in Beneath this exterior Outside feels inferior Beneath a shell Not many know me well Beneath this pain The stain They’ve left Beneath all the tears The years I slept Sleepwalk through my days And I say They’ll go, But they never leave And they take My soul They take it with them My life, as a token To those who treasure Take deep pleasure To alter my path Lyrics:
(Soft, repetitive chanting) Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock keeps turning Perfect image, forever burning Fix the flaws, erase the pain Mask it up, play the game (More intense, distorted vocals) Can't stop the cycle, trapped inside Haunted by the darkness, fearsome tide Craving perfection, futile chase Lost in my mirror, vacant space (Soft, repetitive chanting resumes) Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock keeps turning Perfect image, forever burning Fix the flaws, erase the pain Mask it up, play the game I knew you in a way
Confidently, the most At least one day Because I memorized While he ignored you To hurt you, But I memorized And you hated me When he didn’t ignore me And you scraped your outsides off to let him see inside you And I foolishly tried to catch your pieces when they fell And their weight crushed both of us And your weight crushed both of us And you hated me for it. And I hated you for that. I wish I still hated you for that But as one would suspect, it was easier before I am certain, without a doubt in my mind that I know you deeper and more sincerely than any other soul I idolized your favorite things I took note of my words I had used every time you laughed I obsessed over all possible solutions to mend what made you cry I hummed the breaths you took in perfect time I memorized the tune of your heartbeat Your smile is forever ingrained in my mind Your worries will never leave my train of thought Your taste could never leave the tip of my tongue and the back of my throat Your voice will never cease ringing in my ears Your deepest secrets will never escape beyond my lips While he ignored you To hurt you, I memorized. And you didn’t even notice. Best case scenario. |
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