The Dark Knight Tales - a story in 3 parts
The original story:
Darkness in the Heart
She’s waiting in the shadows, behind the veil of incessant rain,
Waiting for her dark knight, to free her from His wrath and disdain,
A thousand monsoons have passed since she held her head high and walked free,
A hundred suns have risen and fallen, since she knew what freedom used to be.
It was at the turn of time, when she’d chosen her destiny,
Over true love and unending passion, when she’d loved the greenery,
Dark and brooding, He willed to punish her to a life of slavery,
Bound to shackles and chains, He’d confined her forever, in the caves of misery.
Red dust covers the earth now - the blood of all the people who sinned,
Black shadows roam the empty lanes, the lights here shall always remain dimmed,
She waits patiently, her lesson’s been learnt , for now she knows - He shall come
But hell hath no fury , like true love scorned - for He does come –
It was at the stroke of twelve , that the sword struck her heart,
It was when the blue moon sank, that her body was torn apart,
It was when the blazing sun rose, that her soul was trapped,
It was when the black clouds rained with her cold blood , that the red dust froze .
His head held high, a shine in his armour, he gallops away in the dark,
He rides the creature of the night with agony in his heart,
With victory and glory, he blazes his trail – She deserved no less – he holds his thought,
A gleam of cold red poison lines his sword – For revenge he desired, and revenge he got .
The Prequel:
The Story of the Dark Knight : The Beginning
There was a time when roses bloomed and fairies filled the empty skies,
When it rained drops of pearls – within each drop the seeds of love lie,
It was when these silver showers fell on them that love blossomed,
When He held her tight and she knew life was a beautiful journey now –
Like a walk through a path of maple trees, in the most beautiful autumn.
Cushioned in the pillows of soft snow, they had braved the icy winds,
Deep in the glacier caves of the cold mountain, He’d bitten the apple of the original sin,
Blinding white was the snow but deep dark red was the colour of the fire that burnt within,
He wrapped himself around her the way a viper holds on to its prey’s warmth,
Their bodies melted in a rhythmic dance, their love so eternal - their passion so divine.
Winter gave way to the blazing sun, chariots of orange raced the horizons,
Deep was his gaze, as He saw the golden tyrant set in her honey-hued eyes,
A lifetime of sunshine He promised, if only she willed to share with Him- her life,
Slight was her apprehension as silence filled the air – His moment of sadness at her strife.
Sunshine she desired, but in the fields of gold – the sun never set there – So He was told,
When the grief turned into darkness, He could never say – He had tried telling her- His heart was gold ,
When it was filled with black desire, He never knew – in the beginning – with himself was his fight,
But the venom slowly gripped Him, dark was His heart and He willed her to bleed - and so was born – the Legend of the Dark Knight.
The sequel:
The Legend of the Dark Knight : Into the Sunset He Rides
Her blood’s red on His green sword, the black poison’s drying in His teal scabbard,
He rides his Black Stallion with a cold fury – Redemption’s not what He seeks – through his heart still runs a scar,
The cold deserts sing the song of the setting blue sun, an oasis of feelings lining the silken sands,
He sought His destiny in her mirage of love- now they’ll ride with Him forever- the demented demons of His past.
Into Hell he stirs the beast, where a hundred stars burn the red skies – On lands soaked with sinners’ blood,
He walks onto the place where the Satan rests, where sins and sinners rule- there’s no place for good,
He drives His hate into the parched ground, and smiles as the venom drains into the bowels of Hell,
His sword’s shines anew – his soul’s been cleansed – but somewhere deep within – love still dwells.
He roams the deserts and skims the skies, He steers His stallion into the waves of the oceans,
Free is his soul but his heart’s still dark – He wants no Destiny and He needs no mission ,
He shall wander the lands till the darkness fades – it shall melt into the cold moon or be drowsed by a new monsoon,
Dark Knight He shall be called no more, For he knows one day, Love will return.
And that was the time when the roses bloomed and fairies filled the moist skies,
The drops of pearls rained again – with each drop, love filled his heart again,
It was through those silver showers that he saw his Angel – a face laced with a love pristine,
It was when She smiled for him that he knew he was on a beautiful journey now –
Like walking through weightless white clouds in the most beautiful dream.
Wrapped in the golden sands , he took the bait to the original sin,
Deep was his gaze, as he saw Her angelic eyes seduce the blue sun,
A lifetime of sunshine lay ahead, She promised, if only he willed to share with Her- his life,
Dark had been his path, doomed had been his days – but then he saw the truth in Her eyes,
The Knight’s been buried with the setting sun, a new day shall arrive for Him - until then its with Her love that his heart lights.
