Knight, I know why you came. I know what the city became. You saw the pressure in the walls. I lived beneath them when they fell. You saw the sickness under stone, felt the pressure in the bone. When balance crossed the final line, you came because it was your time. But every window held a name, every street still held a flame. You saw the rot beneath the crown, they saw the home you tore down. Your truth was carved in sand and time. My reality was clandestine. Black ribbon bound us wrist to wrist, two boys the Family could twist. They called it choice beneath the pines, one road home by their design. My brother vanished with the dawn. By noon the white and gold were on. I hated hands behind the throne, but loved the roar that felt my own. Applause can make a collar shine. Clan-destined, I mistook the cage for mine. I won't blame the Family for every wound that came through me. A puppet still can pull the strings once he starts feeding the machine. You saw the sickness under stone, felt the pressure in the bone. When balance crossed the final line, you came because it was your time. But every window held a name, every street still held a flame. You saw the rot beneath the crown, they saw the home you tore down. Your truth was carved in sand and time. My reality was clandestine. We hid the Seer beneath the floor, called locked doors wisdom, nothing more. Gilded chains on drakes in flight, moved borders, called the conquest right. A mother ran before the dawn. I named it theft and hunted on. Three men fell beneath my creed because “rescue” fit the need. Brother. Husband. Father. Three names that stripped the king from me. Then the sea rose cold and white. No hatred. Just the end in sight. It took my arm. It tore the storm. It left me breathing through the fall. I know why you came. I know what we became. I still hate you for it all. You saw the sickness under stone, felt the pressure in the bone. When balance crossed the final line, you came because it was your time. But every window held a name, every street still held a flame. You saw the rot beneath the crown, I saw the home you tore down. Your truth was carved in sand and time. My reality stays clandestine. I understand the cut. I still hate the blade. 🎙️ BloodOnTheMic: We’re live across the major streaming platforms. Find us on Amazon Music, Spotify, YouTube Music, Facebook Music, and more. Listen. Follow. Join the conversation.
