Mendicant

By Stephanie Lauren and Charles Ferguson.

They say I am a man, but how can I be when men are born and I was not?

They say I am a woman, but how can I be when they are the Circle of Life and I am barren?

They say I am a Name, but how can I be when they are the essence of the universe and I am the essence of nothing?

They say I am a Living God, but how can I be when they dwell in palaces, while no roof can protect me and no walls hold me?

They say I am an Isran Doctor, but how can I be when they speak only truth, while lies spill from my lips like posion that corrupts everything it touches?

They say I am a Divine Beast, but how can I be when they are immortal and I have died a thousand thousand times?

They say I am the last of the On, but how can I be when they were greater than gods while I live in filth and flies feed on my sores?

They say I am a myth, but how can I be when they are wonder and glory, while my words are iron chains that cut like swords?

They say I am an Inheritor, but how can I be when They are many and I am one?

They say I am a spirit, but how can I be when they feed on the blood of innocents, while I stand between Halcyon and The End Of All?

They say I am the history of Halcyon, but how can I be when it is older than time and heavier than mountains, while I pass like a thief in the night?

They say I am the mouth of Behemoth, but how can I be when it is the shadow-self of the King Of Gods and I cast no shadow at all?

They say I am the herald of Abross, but how can I be when he sees all and I am blind?