"Before coming to Sysandria when you went inside the existent half of the Silent Forest of Dreams, to kill the Lion and possess Prophesier your memories faded away and you only remembered Arizel. The Lion started to control Arindharans, only the newborns of Arindhara and Astrologer stayed unaffected. With the help of some animals, Ventriloquist and Arindharans who were in his control Rakhtavar, the Lion tormented you and Arizel. He sent Shrusim to mislead you and made you think that Ventriloquist was controlling Arindharans. Arizel was always there with you helping you but due to Lion's magic you could not see her, she was assailed by the animals who served the Lion and by Arindharans who were under Lion's control. You were unaware of her presence because the Lion's magic was forbidding you to meet her but you sensed her presence near you. When you obliterated the body of the Lion, Rakhtavar’s spirit got freed and Prophesier emerged. He knew this would happen when the body of the Lion gets killed by your hands, and he had waited centuries for this. You didn’t know what was happening to him when you saw Rakhtavar's spirit emerge but before he could take up a body, with the help of Prophesier, you sent him to a virtual world, the Toolshed, a magical complex maze which you made in Teargar to lock Ventriloquist. You built it when you were lost and wandering in both the worlds in search of Arizel and Ventriloquist."
The Toolshed
He, who is trapped in the toolshed world, finds himself in such a condition that whatever he wants to do, he will not be able to do it. Whatever he wants to have he would not get it. If he wants to move he will stop, if he wants to stop he will move. When he wants to eat he will not and he will eat when he is not hungry. He will be awake when he wants to sleep and would sleep when he wants to stay awake. And if he doesn't learn to control his mind, he'll stay alive and conscious, but would eventually become like a machine and work for the creator of the toolshed. He gets respite only when the creator wishes so.
Mutilation
The ghostword loomed behind nature
Like dust of the atmosphere
My obligations are undarkened
I span the toolshed providing Lion the fundamental gear
When I’m in there I teach them despair
Arizel takes me away from Arindhara to the forest,
Her icy kiss sustained on my lips
We phantom the dying skies.
Vasitven sold the river of life
The Lion went to the Toolshed
The Lion was a traitor of the forest
Toiling in the toolshed when he sells his soul,
I give him a new Ghostword to behold
They who are alive there,
Their smells decompose behind his spine
These sufferings I beset the toolshed,
Are not judged by the worker’s mistakes
But by how they face dementia,
When on them Ghostwords befell
The army of Arizel is always ahead
My power surges in their abodes
Bloodshed they keep in control
I rip the brains of the black animals
And barrage them with ghostwords
Who don’t think I' am real are Arindharans
When I want to play nostalgia,
Springing from the light
Arizel catches Shrusim on the staircase,
And we enjoy the never-ending frey.
God bears no name
When I used to search for ghostwords,
I believed each entity is sentient
The astrologer never helped me to find it,
He was afraid that ventriloquist might steal it
The astrologer could hear the songs without his ears.
Learn the ghostword you must to manipulate it
And unlearn it to use it again
The messenger of the ghostword will never arrive
Cause your deception calls the young birds
Trees roam free over the burning seas
Numbers of shadows keep rising
Immortal stays the body of Arizel
In the puppeteer’s blood she dwells
The unknown power hit me,
When I waited for Arizel on my asylum's stairs.
The trees became the newborns
Some of them turning into skies
The river will not stay oblivious
I pray it will eventually start giving shelter,
To them who bring back her possessions.
The skies the infants,
By newborns they will always be summoned
The evening bells have now started to chime
The gallows rust by the morning light
The new day invokes a nostalgic life.
If the latch on the Toolshed happen to open,
The age of confluence will arrive again
With force much stronger
The ghostword wouldn’t be used again
The prophesier would lose its powers
Now you know,
It was the puppeteer who bred what you sing
The skies will be watching you all forever
The river will accept your ordure
The god bears no name in our brave new world.
Paroxysm
When he left her for the war,
No one knew what the soldier said to his mother
Never doubt that he knew his enemy well
He believes in the reason he kills for
He knows he can not kill the reason of madness
But he knew madness will end if he wins the war.
He learned soon the war was fixed by the generals
He mused, ‘If I could do it I would have done it’.
He could have killed both sides' generals,
But he was diverted by his duty
Carrying remorse he returns home unscathed.
The generals couldn't lure him by the bounty
Back at home looking at his broken mother
He thinks now, he should have chosen.
A virus broke in the continents
Who delivered it, thought it would change everything
Infected ones became its defences
The virus multiplied till scientists found a cure
Mankind survived because of something undefined
The evil realized later, it once forged the impure
The world will face a new incurable disease,
Each time one of the offenders gets a release.
The equal of time
When the puppeteer was a child
He paid attention to only language and science
He wondered, how come other children did things,
Which he couldn’t bear, because he was told
Everyone is equal here day or night.
One evening after the show was over,
He was deceived by his ventriloquist
He found the ventriloquist did not leave him much
Not even a single quarter
But the ventriloquist left the marionettes of plaster
The astrologer made the puppeteer very rich
And he hid his money well
When robbers crept in his abode,
They learnt hurting him makes them burn slowly
He gave them willingly what remained after opening his fist.
He now wants to hear the songs
The ventriloquist sang in the show
As the puppeteer was deaf since he was born
He could make the puppets dance on the ventriloquist’s song,
Cause he was aware of existence of the lord.
Whenever he went to the astrologer for a prophecy,
The astrologer lured by his splendour prophesized after infinity
Those who arrived later in his life,
He called them the newborns,
As before they were born they had his form.
The entity divine
The master taught me to unlearn
I remembered only my last lesson
It taught me to use my weapons inside the Lion’s lair,
By god’s grace I killed the lion of the Silent forest
The lion wanted the ghostword for his best
Vasitven still remains an unknown blessed.
Now I spend my time singing songs of rhyming ghostwords,
I live in the golden era of Arindharan verse
Arizel brought me back from the abyss of the endless river
We sealed the devil and his ventriloquist in the Toolshed
She had always hoped that another Kayle would save her.
When I met the maker of flowers from the moraines,
I asked him about his well being
He didn’t knew what he gave was slain,
But he agreed he gave it for his gain
That made sunshine and rain.
Births & Deaths
Rakhtavar somehow took control of the river of life and he trapped the first Kayle in the barren half and went into existent half. The first Kayle succeeded in building a bridge over the secret river of life and reached the existent half. The first Kayle killed Rakhtavar and entrapped his soul in the body of a Lion. The river of life got tainted. Before he was killed Rakhtavar had disfigured the bridge and made it disappear. The bridge appears now only for a short time and in decades. When first Kayle was reborn he was like the newborns, he was the one who took all newborns to the barren half of Silent Forest of Dreams. No one not even the animals of Arindhara or the Kayle himself knew about Sysandria or Rakhtavar or how SFOD came into existence. Many newborns thought the first Kayle reborn may be evil but all knew he is not their enemy. They started to believe in him when he crossed the river of life without the bridge. The animals of SFOD betrayed him and lured him towards the Lion. The bridge had reappeared and didn’t vanish since the Kayle crossed the river of life.
Since then the newborns cross this bridge to enter the existent half of SFOD. Some join animals and some go against them. When newborns enter they become immortal and dwell in SFOD with the animals who dominate Arindharans. Ventriloquist was an ally of the animals he had devised a mechanical weapon which only he could wield. But then after a long wait, the first Kayle turned the existent half into barren and the barren half into a fruitful one. And the Toolshed came into existence of which only very few know. Rakhtavar the Lion, ventriloquist and evil animals were trapped in the Toolshed. Army of Arizel rested in peace. The word newborn became needless. And what happened to the Kayle after that stayed unknown to everyone in Arindhara or Silent Forest of Dreams.
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Flashbacks
I felt alone dark was light
Smiling I sneaked through the skeletons by the side
I laugh while I creep but they won’t hear me tonight
Deceived by the show, they cast me on a death row
Somewhere while she watches the rain
I know she utters my name
We are together but we bleed alone in this game
The drops of my blood rise in search of her voice,
Turning the parchment into skies laden with pain
In absence of her fragrance they rain on me in disdain.
Sitting on his tomb,
The denuded dumb waits for the next monsoon
I feel helpless as I confess in vain
My immortal, this real will always seek his virtual insanity,
As he once got the scent so ethereal of a mysterious victory
They say I’ll change the world, a drop of tear made my history
When I saw her first time, I thought her not worth a single dime
Her friend approached me suddenly and kept draining me incessantly
Soon my obsessions were her possessions
Her obsessions became my possessions
We used to read the same book of infinity
The spark was ignited when she wiped the mud from my bronze,
I got lost completely inside her lake of thorns
I sent her a message to break our meal routine
I gave her the book of magic but she wasn’t keen
All her minions save one followed a regime
Two others wanted to woe her but she could not admit it
Although I gave them both all my treats
For it was my destiny to wait for her,
And to be released.
For years not a word was said between us
But our eyes stayed constantly in focus
Then one night when I was hung over,
I called her to take a ride on my shoulders
Next three evenings went our settings
It felt like eating butter scotch ice creams
Then the swan dropped secretly a pearl,
But the moon caught it before it mingled with fur
I asked the moon how was he able to do it,
It answered someone unknown poked inside his unit.
I sang hallowed be thy name and left my girl lonely in the rain
I gave her the moon and a book to help her in the game
Soon after this I got entangled in the spell of a witch
Hoping to save my love from her father’s glitch,
I found out I am the one who will lead the mankind
I saw her tow-headed standing outside a shrine,
I followed her till I reached the door of her abode
I dropped a starfish through the window which shined
I cried till death but she didn’t pine
A God's man helped me come aboard.
I sailed to a valley so mysteriously cold,
There I got lost hunting a wild boar
Many times I dived alone deep into the slime,
And came back bruised but without any sign
Never gave up surfing on the shore
When I took my last plunge
To save myself from the hoard,
My master transmitted me again one last time
Uttering two magic words,
I changed two to stone birds.
After my worldly learning was complete,
She suddenly reported that she can no more breathe
I retorted by visiting the woodcutter,
Who never sold the fallen trees
The magic never stopped working on my knees
My belief on magic went stronger evenly
After decades of our last meeting,
She kindled a hope in me,
That she is undead
I decided to go after her and approached my spiritual head
After months of intense training
I was able to talk to her while sleeping
And I learnt the languages of the animals,
The objects, the trees and the free lings
I also learnt to talk to the soul of the seas
Now I work and wait in the temple of the machine,
To create a scene similar to my first d
ream
The spell of the banshee I broke in an instant
I wake up but I never sleep, before I wake up again,
My last wish is to see the world through my mother’s pearl.
Only my friends remember me,
Others I have to wake up from slumber
You can find me but I always find you gone when I wake up
We cannot touch each other but our souls are united
I trust you even in my thoughts benighted
Soon you would reveal yourselves
Winter father
He flew with me in an aero plane
Cool wind bathed my windowpane.
I asked him, “Why is the night dark?”
He said, “Because it carries
an ordinary man’s charge.”
I asked again, "What is pain?"
He replied," What you wanted yesterday
but couldn’t have,
you don't want that today
and what you want today,
You wouldn’t want that tomorrow.
If you had received that you
craved for yesterday,
It wouldn’t have been possible
for you to be here."
I asked again, "What is karma?"
He said, "They'll make you happy
They'll make you sad
But they cannot help you
In defeating the bad
They'll hate you
They'll worship you
Do not care about their views
Do what you think is true."
I asked again, "what is hate?"
He said, “In love if you get hurt
Hope you must not desert
That which hurts us,
gives us something nevertheless,
Think of the past
as nostalgia priceless".
I asked, “What is ocean?”
He said, “It is the distance between
two burdened arms.”
I asked, “Why stars shine?”
He said, “The heroes wait
for you holding lights.”
I said,” I wonder what God wants”
He said, “He wants to listen
what we did in our toil”
I asked again, “Is money evil?”
After a pause he replied,
“They forget, Time not money
decides an entity’s price
For a slice many sacrifice
more than Christ,
Inheritance has taken over pride.
But money makes this world precise,
When you find hard to decide
Do what God tells in his guide
He gives us here only one life”
Then smiling he bid farewell,
And faded away behind the windowpane.
Mind Mirror
Some fight to win, the rest become the orphans