Disclaimer: Sigh. You know the drill.
A/N: Inspired by the Supernatural episode "The Man Who Would be King".
The Man Who Would be King
I turn my face to the sky
it is empty.
I glance at the trees, the swing set
the snow-dusted benches
Nothing.
I tried telling my tale
a tragedy worthy of the Bard
or even my wayward kin
I beg for a sign
I plead for even recognition
that I am heard
the Silence blazes
I weep but my tears cannot quench
the Inferno
I rage and rant
bellow and how
cast my fury to be carried by the winds
but my voice is swallowed by the absence of Voice
My Wings cannot bare me
My struggles cannot save me
My faith cannot fill me
I am Alone.
