Vaticinium ex eventu

The lights were fading, And the shadows vanishing, The windows were pale and gloomy, And there was a stillness in the air. When darkness descended And at the ascend of obscurity. While the world was numb, And even the night sound asleep. At a time when God had departed, And before The Prophet arrived. Just after we were still us. Just before we weren't we. A child was born The Chosen One, He was “I”… The Prodigal Son. And I is not me It is “I” as in “We”. And this is the tale Of every female and male. The lights have faded, And the shadows vanished. The windows are still pale, And in the air is a chill.

- Sir Adam Atiry, Myriad Tiaras

Camouflage

Seeing a chameleon blend into the background,

I was at first amazed by the power of its disguise.

But I realized how my own masquerades and traits,

Were worse than the chameleon’s hypocrisy.

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 1

My Pact with Death

Death... I have promised death that one day we will meet. A day when thunder strikes without lightning. A day when a murky sun ascends And when the painful sinking nerves are overcome with sleep, And the golden moon rises slowly through the mist of shadow.

When the sun sets at twilight, And night is on the horizon. When it is neither dark nor bright, Neither night nor day. When life no longer subsists, And the corpse starts breathing.

I have assured death that then we shall meet!

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras