The Seeking Verse

A song of the King In challenge and hate Sayeth Oryx, Lord of Shapes New-crowned King of the Taken An echo of strength unfading Where are my soldiers? Where are my sons? I chart the screaming sea, I chart the endless dark. Bound to see, to know, to understand Nothing is beyond my reach. The Deep speaks not to me The Taken heed not my words The Winnower beyond my reach. Who are you, whispering in the dark? You small voice, you quiet thing Pathetic handful of nothing Refuge of the desperate Bar my way, would you? This I vow: An oath in blood From the first pulse of my newborn heart Whatever you are, I'll understand And believe me, I'll take pleasure in the dissection Your ribcage open and your whispers turned to wails He who mastered shapes shall master you So sayeth Oryx, Navigator to the last.