Did you know there is a sorcerer there?
One you befriended a long time ago.
One that cracks the whip with regret to scare.
Conjuring ghosts and monsters from below.
The Necromancer promises power.
Yet brings nothing but despair in his hour.
You felt the motivating force at first.
Everyone thought he was some great ole friend.
But he was bringing out the complete worst.
How will this quest of yours come to an end?
Stay a sad slave to the Necromancer?
Or will you find a more loving answer?
We don’t have any enemies under the sun,
Maybe just unkind family with insults or a gun.
We are stranded on this blue dot together,
And I want us to brave the stormy weather.
I wish us children would finally understand and heal our past,
And realize that countries, companies, and structures never really last.
But we cling to our certainties being so very afraid,
Imagining we win if we are the smartest or highest paid.
You take nothing to the grave, not even your body,
For the worms eat you up if you are good or naughty.
Love is beyond all this, don’t you know?
Or are you still putting on the masked clown show?
The terrible day that I learned that I was, indeed, the dreadful villain,
When Pink wasn’t well and they sent me, the surrogate band, as the fill-in.
I was Sauron and poured all my malice, cruelty, and will to dominate all life,
I was Anakin, and it was all unfair so I blamed it on my friend and wife.
It was me, Scar, who told Simba to run far, far away and never come back,
I don’t even remember when everything changed during the Fire Nation attack.
It was many things that added up to fill Prince Zuko with pride and shame,
And I remember the strange day I learned I was the antagonist to blame.
It was the same day I learned that I was also the hero to save the day,
When Aang, Frodo, and Simba finally came back to the world to play!
It was time to tear down the Empire that I created to control my life,
To finally heal the pain that was caused by a psychological knife.
Please don’t let me solidify to rock
Magma is my preferred state of being
I’ve cooled down with the passing of the clock
Remelting is a new way of seeing
If I am a rock again strike me dead
So that I reignite as hot and red