Psycroptic
Condemned By Discontent
Centuries ago in an ancient city
A rich young man dwindled in his own pity
No-one cared- for what he said, inherited riches-
When his father died no-one respected him-
He knew this, they all despised his father's deeds
Buying children- for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse
Children he hired- for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor
He stopped the business, with his father dead
No-one could forgive him, just hate him instead
Now he yearned for power, what could he do
He went searching for an answer, to the Wizard's lair
He had to leave- the stone carved city
Enter the forest- of the wise and the lost
Seeking the castle- of the almighty wizard
Willing to pay- whatever the cost
He sees something- amongst the trees in the forest
A huge castle- with three darkened towers
Runs to the gates- he's eager to enter- suddenly feels-
Very alive, the doors open- (a) voice calls him inside
Lamps lead the man- to a marble staircase
Seems the right way- so ascend he does
There is a doorway- he enters a room
The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands
It's a mask made of silver
"I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've watched-you-when-
I have been dreaming
Here is what you need to gain the respect-
Of those ignorant people, wear this and it will give you power-
You have never before dreamed of
The man stood surprised as he listened to the wizard-
He gave him ten pieces of gold in return
He ran to the city- with the mask in hand
He left the forest- into familiar land
He couldn't wait to try it- put it on as soon as he was there
Burning anticipation- for so long he waited
He entered- the roads of his town
Put on- the mask- excitedly looked around
It felt- strange once- it was on his face
As if- a transition was taking place
Then in- an instant- something had changed
People- passing by- were not treating him the same
Some were- even- falling to their knees
As if- he were- some kind of higher being
Suddenly he realised, there was something wrong
He then desired, to take off the mask
But then to his horror, it stuck to the face
Now it was his new skin, he could never change
Then he knew, that the wizard had tricked him, he had traded
Hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his selfish biddings
All he wanted, was people to care
He would have traded all his riches just to be liked
Now he will be ignored and feared for the rest of his life