Projection

Too scattered to be a cohesive poem, just more tattered thoughts pointing to Nine. Don't look so much at the ragged scraps, but rather at the shadow on the wall made by the passing light.

Fie!
Follow me, follow me.
I am the pied-piper
Call me Legion.

I will show you the painful light,
and the truth in shadows.
I am the damned, I am the White
I walk the line.

I am the ninebreaker
I am the man in black
The Crimson Man
There is no taking back.

 

Show me that eye

Let me see,

For reflected in that pupil

Is all of totality.

People rule
with their memory.
Burning and crashing
To rewrite history.

 

Heil to the King!

The King in Yellow.

Hail to the Thief!

The Thief of Always.

 

In cold possion of a memory,

He knows who holds the ball.

 

To the Nine

There is but one charge:
Vindicate and eradicate.

Author's Note

I usually proofread my works, however as always I'm sure there are typos and syntax errors. I appreciate any and all notices of that, and will work to correct those. If I haven't do know that I did acknowledge your notice and try implementing it, but found that it detracted from the effect I wanted and so omitted it.