The Lake of Uncertainty.

I watch myself standing on the shore  

my bare feet bleeding but I feel no agony

Numbness dulls my senses

questions fall into the mud unanswered

Noticing the complete absence of motion and time

standing there naked unmasked defenseless

The Lady of the Lake appears

promises heaven and hell

casting myself down before her beauty

my lips taste the mud of corruption

she whispers sweet nothings in my ears

she convinces me I am the One

the masses need only proof

remove the sword from the stone

show them all the undeniable truth

staring at the water

A mirror stares back – the lady is gone

Standing a desolate blood-covered thing

I walk forward to my baptism

there is no sword

there is no stone

there is only the truth

i am not the messiah

i am not even a king.