You Have No Reason to Mourn for Me

You have no reason to mourn for me,
You living in peace is my final plea.

I shall be present among your books,

My experiences inspired the tales' hooks.

I shall be present in your speech,

My ideas provided a greater reach.

When you touch minds and spread thoughts,

My rules would help you connect the dots.

When you dwell in each dark dusty night,

My memories fill your despair with light.

Thus through your memories my presence remains,

I am immortal, why shall you be in pain?

Someday I’ll Love Alpha Gauss

I called from the depths for aid,
But even failure would not listen, would not listen…

Alpha, there’s no need to fear.
You have tread the days
Where you fell down between each second dear.

But declined to dust, reduced to rust,
Are those memories you called gold and silver.
Gold and silver, gold and silver?
Wrong! I am nothing but darkness and despair,
When signs silent mark my downfall surely.

Those darkness are absence of attention.
And being the lone, it’s time for us to calm.
As I am you and you are me,
Our minds do convey, our thoughts do message.
Leave those sorrow as the past forgeries,
Or you will not grow and evolve,
To be the compass you will be.

But I’m in the valley, how can I be free?
Learn from the wounds and you should see.
Still I have only wounds, how can I rise?
Gifts yours fill the land and you should see.
Now I have my needs, how can I gain might?
Glimpse the dust and ash and you should see.
I must have the might, but I want the fame!
Prove yourself under moonlight and you should see.
Or do I need to be free? Do I need to rise? Do I need the might? Do I need the fame…

Is life’s a game with treasures I’ve obtained?
Is my mind a weapon that only I can tame?

The Talented’s Monologue

The past leaves me with gifts I have utilised,

But it gives me a curse then I realised.

My powers are fading, going into nothingness,

The things I treasured have become illness.

As I walk on the path I always recall,

Today it takes a turn and I fall.

To the abyss of despair I descend,

To failure I am currently sent.

Oh, I recall the times of silver and gold,

Once I was held high with stories told.

They said that I might thrive as legend,

But what remains today is broken edges.

The story says that phoenixes reborn from ashes,

But tell me, how can I emerge from the crashes?

Perhaps I can only dwell on the past,

In which my mind’s might have often lasted.

It’s a secret, it’s a secret, it’s a secret.

For now I must hide in frequent.

Let them continue their praises to me,

Or to exile I have to flee.

But now what plans shall I devise?

I shall hide in brilliance’s guise.

Such that my knowledge can reign,

So-called glory can they see in my brain.

Can they interpret as talent in my brain…