***
I walked alone, where mortals sleep,
No banner flown, no wound to weep.
The crown recoiled from off my head—
So I wore a cloak of fire… and bled instead.
I stood alone, where only Lords Fell,
No light above, no star to name the Path ahead.
Yet death carved deep into what life could not—
A pillar of Hope born where I forgot.
The Golden Throne stood cold, alone,
It called my name… but not my own.
I left it there with Corruption and madness—
For I was made complete by death and darkness.
Carving my last truth, a Path reaching its end...
A Silent Requiem, a mass for the dead.
I spoke no word, yet hearts shook.
A name unwritten... faith to break.
Even the stars grew still in fear,
When I drew close, when I came near.
And when I Fell, no trumpet cried.
Only World…
She knelt, and sighed.
***
{Inside The Projection}
Like earlier, Malik was not given a break.
The Tenth Volume was upon him.
His Silent Requiem.
