Tales · of · the · Nameless · One

I'm sorry, darling, but I won't be coming your way no more.
O, it's all right 'cause, you see, I'm headed to my home
And besides we both know my love has become to you a chore.
So, I'll just slip away and find my way back to the land Rome
Once ruled with an iron fist, a fist that let slip so many nations.
No, darling, I have no friends, no family there,
But the streets of the Old Town are ripe with new relations.

"Where is she?" His voice was quiet, still. His words were plain and simple, as always. His tone, however, was something unusual. Salan has heard it once or twice before when he had been foolish enough to try to trick the Hunter out of a few coins, but now the tone was used for a much different dissatisfaction. Salan could not help but wonder.

"I presume you refer to your slave-girl? Rune?" The Hunter said nothing. His visor seemed to glare even as it reflected Salan's visage. "What exactly has been happening between you two in the cold reaches of space? You disappear for days at a time, and there are rumors--"

"I haven't the patience for this, Salan. Where is she? I will not ask again."

"Then I shall answer as directly as is possible." Salan paused to take a sip of his wine. "Defiant as always, your little slave-girl decided to disobey your order to serve me in your absence and is currently prowling my estate. Killing my men, I might add."

"How many?"

"At least thirty."

"What did you try to do to her?"

Salan scoffed. "I realize that she is your property, Hunter, but that hardly obligates you to protect her chastity. Besides which, we both know you don't give a mus' ass about her outside of her abilities. You needn't keep her placated with delusions of love to utilize those. Surely you realize as much."

"Surely you realize you should keep your nose out of my business."

"O, come now, Hunter," he jeered. "Don't tell me you actually have feelings for that scrawny meretrix? This charade is a most dangerous one, don't you agree?"

"Salan--you know not of which you speak."

"I know enough to tell you that being honest with one such as your Rune is the mark of a wise man and being dishonest--well, you have seen how she treats me."

"Would you have me admit that I use her? That I toy with her? That I care no more for her than I do this gun at my hip? Would that satisfy you, Salan?"

"More than you could ever know."

"Well, now that I have, where can I find her?"

A slim form moved from the darkest shadows but not into the light. "Dominus?"

"I imagine, Hunter, you all ready have."

"Go to the ship--wait for me there."

The form faded away. Again, the visor glared at Salan with his own reflection.

"Your payment has all ready been--"

"Good. I am leaving then. Do not send for me."

"O, come now, Hunter--" But he was gone.

And if I die today,
I'll be nothing more than a dream.
How reality tends to slip away
used to be just a scheme,
especially after a dance with fay,
but the realization was forced on me.
Kinda like this false dream of life.

The rhymes of old are falling to pieces
and are then quickly lost in the ashes,
leaving me to wonder about the prices.

I only wanted to be
something wonderful (maybe your wife?).
Even slightly, all must agree
nothing is a greater disappointment -- after the strife
And all the tears, there is no me.
'Cause if I die today,
I'll be nothing more than a dream.

pack of reds in one hand
cellphone in the other
i am a part of this land
i am lost in the ether
and you're still arguing
this way -- that way
your words plaguing
even the most innocent
makes the cosmos bleed
as darts of pleasure are sent
by this most hallowed seed

halfway between the Burning and Aching,
She tells me there is a bit of Solace...
something no one can duplicate.

i am nothing more than a copy;
Her words are daggers
tearing
bit by bit
the last of my reserves.

to Her...
all that matters is the original.
that's why Solace hides
between Pains,
between Despairs,
between lives...meaningless lives...
like mine.

my tears confuse.
She is the Queen of Ignorance.
and so, i surrender.
my tears reveal.
She is the Queen of Innocence.
and so, i smile.
my tears demand.
She is the Queen of Insistence.
and so, i succumb.

"can anyone understand this pain...this loneliness?"
She says her movie lines with such class.
it's impossible not to appreciate
the way she walks,
the way she talks,
the way she balks
at me in restaurants
when all i can do is stare...

i can understand
because i am pain,
because i am loneliness,
i am that secret heart she hides.

i am nothing more than a copy;
to Her...
all that matters is the original.

Dark lover--walk down this way,
Or wilt thou leave me, crying for Sorrow?
Lost amid the tumult of day,
Thoughts of you are neglected
Until at night when I lay alone
And it's all I can do to cry for Sorrow.
Chained to another, forbidden to move,
I cannot tell anyone but the Night
Of this hidden fire I carry.
It burns in my heart,
Leaves it scarred and charred
(Who can love this?)
I can only pray that this cry for Sorrow
Can soothe the burning.
The Night only laughs at my cries,
But then it is not the Night's duty
To even care.
Nor is it yours.
I do not expect it of you;
I do not demand it of you.
Wanting only to know you,
My Dark Lover,
Wishing only to touch you,
My Dark Lover,
I have lured with this song, this cry for Sorrow.
Forgive a longing soul,
But pity me not, pity me not!
I am content with this
I find peace in this
Cry for Sorrow.

These pale hands were once beautiful,
But now all they are is broken shards,
Just like all of me.
The crystal cracked.
I'm dying inside, sweet Goddess,
So why is this body still so alive?
I don't see how.
The crystal cracked.
Cry for me, O, Cernunnos,
'Cuz this life is lost on me
And so many others.
The crystal cracked.
O, love - O, hate - my lifelong friends and foes,
You've fallen out of focus, I feel you no more.
Just like everything else.
The crystal cracked.
Hairline fractures under pressure
Build into huge rifts of nothingness.
All is now lost.
The crystal cracked.

when all this little girl wants is you...
when all she needs to fill this void is you...
...where are you...?

stumbling in the dark,
fumbling with this need,
...can you even imagine...?
how many times she cried?
how much she wanted?
how many times she tried?
how much she longed...
.............for.......this moment......

I am nothing...
hollow rage
trapped in a shell of...
something more.

I am lost...
wandering blind
in this maze of
hate and love...

All I was
All I am
All I will be
Is a hallow shell
Of what could've been
All I was
All I am
All I will be
A piece of nothing
Manifest for you

Scrambling for the words
While she cocks the gun
The sweat glistens on your brow
The tears shine on your cheeks
Why you work on this damn farm
Why you cater to their whims
Why you allow them their day
Every damn day...
I will not pretend to understand
I will not begin to tolerate
But it's not my place
But when you look into her face
And whisper your words of love
And she shoots you down again
Like some unworthy dove
Your eyes never could lie
So don't even try
I know I'm no more right
But you don't have to work on her farm no more...