[Verse 1: [stranded]]

A tree in the distance

An outlier sits in

Protrudes from a mountain

Each cloud in the sky

Whispers

As its single denizen

Looks down

With indifference

Other similar creatures

Are out

Flying

Sadistic

Admiring the sight

Of the head

Of a giant mystic

Lying behind a samurai

Who’s dressed anachronistic

Debris

Of a an ominous figure’s

Prior commitment

The demeanor

That he conjures

When glimpsed

Is annihilistic

Bringer of death

A staff

With an inquisitive head

At the other end

Is a ring

From which

An azure ribbon projects

From the opisthеnar of his right hand

A shield seems to egress

Sеveral bags of tea

Hang from the fingers of his left

Blood rains

The dragon is slain

It will decay

The bodies were whole

Moments ago

They rapidly fade

A labyrinth of foes

Quickly became

An obliterated maze

Only bones remain

The battlefield is their grave

Their tombstone is an echo-faceted

Penetrating gaze

The lasting image

Cast in a disintegrating blaze

A dreamcatcher

Swings from his neck

Apotropaic

Any hostile force

To cross his path

Is abated

He walks between worlds

Casually

Conflated

He hails from the very realms

Where magick is CREATED

Those teeth

Will become the jaws

Of a sword

You’ve never seen before

They’ll swirl

From the dragon’s skull

In a subtle storm

To be reformed

A blade

That transmutates

In the heat of war

That

When he wants it put away

Some sort of hyperspace sheathe

Absorbs

He’s a calm machine

With the posture of a voorhees

Letting off some steam

With the composite of a corpse heap

He may not have a brain

He may just operate off instinct

But

Even if that’s true

With what he can do

You’d think he CAN think

Steampunk cybertronic limbs

His collar’s wizard hair

If he wants to

He can disappear

You can feel it in the air

And just think

If HE’S this impressive

What about his engineer

And don’t forget about the branch

From which

A distinct bird

That’s hidden

Peers

It observes

But doesn’t interfere

It’s prepared

Just in case

It has to take point

Amongst the other birds

And starling murmurate

Synchronize

As a macroscopic

Nanobotic murder blade

That wields itself

In the sky

At an entropic inertial rate

Silence lurks a phantom’s

Firmamental sky

ETERNAL grace

She’s there

Even when she’s NOT

Within his heart

This bird’s EMBRACED

Free to soar the heavens

Of countless worlds

And never grow estranged

Despite what distance grows

Between their souls

A wormhole REMAINS

In his dreams

It seems he’s color blind

But only to a single shade

His eyes entombed

Doomed to never know

The pleasant glow of jade

No one knows his pain

Mariana trench’s ocean floor

There’s what there was before

There is now

And there’ll be so much more

This whole scene’s a metaphor

That personifies what’s deep within

How SO MUCH can be experienced

But still somehow be meaningless

He has ABSOLUTELY no clue

Why he exists

Despite the fact he’s so unique

No one sees who he TRULY is

[Verse 2: RpM the Brown Robe]

Illuminescence

I come from peace

With a message

I prefer the peace

This blade’s

Just for the tensions

What’s the meaning

Of this self afflicted preening

My head steaming

Pour my flows

The only reason

He is posed

Is because he knows your here

His robe’s for the cold

But also

For the volunteer

Who frees it

From its sleep in the ethers

Greetings

I am agape of amnesias

Force field speaker

Speaking on the frequent

Weaving secret reason

For reasons you shouldn’t frequent

Doctrines

Of the lost season

Lofty beings putting in work

Looking hard at the board meeting

Core teachings

Make him want more feedings

The ethics of a saracen

The heart of a mohican

Ribbon ring stick crook

Brain his hatchet

Gold in his left hand

To lure the attachment

They shook by the soul action

His inner code beyond matrices

Speaking ancient leaves

With the air accent

Given appearance

Of courage gleamed

From the battleground

They don’t understand him

Don’t want to have him around

Hes not a savage

Just a passive ascetic

With a habit of defending

Against who is aggressing

Here i stand alone

As the night shift’s subsiding

Rays of dawn

Reveal the thoughts of his violence

Rivets glinting

On his metallic gear

Cosmic in the littered earth

Sad at absent ears

Flocks flee

Into the cavern

With velocity

Compound switch blade

Some solid geometry

The myst of souls returning

Reverse rain storms

Sermons

Cries heard

Only by the hermits

On the fringe of the nightmare

Frozen revelation

Not a moment too soon

Praise to who they’re chasing

He saw the loop

And then its interlacing

Enough to walk through

The next tier of its equation

Partial to bards

Give pass to freemasons

But kings think their things

Give them wings

And they’re risen

Flick

Then he slits them

It just lays there withering

He finds the whole experience

Sickening

Buts it’s wisened him

He’s looking forward

To switching moods

Cross-legged

With some stiff brew

This too shall pass

And continue

Ornaments of honor

Adorn his whole ensemble

They’ve made him

A lord of war

But that’s not what he wants

Though