There are kings
—of wasteland,
ruling the domains of the discarded,
the realms of the abandoned,
the lands long left behind.
There are knights
—of failure,
shame is their steed,
aberration their armor,
blindness their blade.
There are creators
—of destruction,
erecting chaos,
forging blight,
compiling oblivion.
But there lies in all
—a resident but necessary evil:
in every crown guilt,
in every helm doubt,
in every mind mania,
And thus the most capable leaders,
the most vigilant guardians,
the most ingenious thinkers,
who warrant the highest regard,
—also merit, in some ways, the least.
Are we not all kings and knights and creators in our own ways? Mind the necessity as with all questions of balance. Mind the risk, the reward, the trials, but none too much. If only...if—
