Lost Thoughts of a Begotten Soul

Caught within the master's trickery

No man is more sickening

Then Speaking words upon deaf ears,

No longer shall the man appear sincere,

For his heart was shattered by the spell caster

No longer begging his master,

He passes on

Words less spoken,

he has breathed but still finds his self choking,

Why has no man thrown the boy a token,

Good work unpaid,

No slaves escape,

Only dreams of escapades

A poem by: The Midnight Catalyst