Condemned by Discontent - Psycroptic

Centuries ago in an ancient city

A rich young man dwindled in his own pity

No-one cared- for what he said, inherited riches-

When his father died no-one respected him-

He knew this, they all despised his father’s deeds

Buying children- for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse

Children he hired- for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor

He stopped the business, with his father dead

No-one could forgive him, just hate him instead

Now he yearned for power, what could he do

He went searching for an answer, to the Wizard’s lair

He had to leave- the stone carved city

Enter the forest- of the wise and the lost

Seeking the castle- of the almighty wizard

Willing to pay- whatever the cost

He sees something- amongst the trees in the forest

A huge castle- with three darkened towers

Runs to the gates- he’s eager to enter- suddenly feels-

Very alive, the doors open- (a) voice calls him inside

Lamps lead the man- to a marble staircase

Seems the right way- so ascend he does

There is a doorway- he enters a room

The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands

It’s a mask made of silver

«I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've watched-you-when-

I have been dreaming

Here is what you need to gain the respect-

Of those ignorant people, wear this and it will give you power-

You have never before dreamed of

The man stood surprised as he listened to the wizard-

He gave him ten pieces of gold in return

He ran to the city- with the mask in hand

He left the forest- into familiar land

He couldn’t wait to try it- put it on as soon as he was there

Burning anticipation- for so long he waited

He entered- the roads of his town

Put on- the mask- excitedly looked around

It felt- strange once- it was on his face

As if- a transition was taking place

Then in- an instant- something had changed

People- passing by- were not treating him the same

Some were- even- falling to their knees

As if- he were- some kind of higher being

Suddenly he realised, there was something wrong

He then desired, to take off the mask

But then to his horror, it stuck to the face

Now it was his new skin, he could never change

Then he knew, that the wizard had tricked him, he had traded

Hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his selfish biddings

All he wanted, was people to care

He would have traded all his riches just to be liked

Now he will be ignored and feared for the rest of his life