Six Silent Charges

Salt wind...

No footprints...

Six rounds...

One name...

Kaez.

I woke beneath a foreign sky

In borrowed scales I learned to hide

A stranger's hands

A stranger's face

A dead world left without a trace

Maya's laugh

Still haunts the dark

A fading ember

A dying spark

I count the stones

I read the signs

Geometry

Becomes a lifeline

They built their walls

They drew their lines

I learned the angles

Between the signs

Six silent charges

Six chances to breathe

One shot through the ward

One shot through the dream

No name

No home

No soul left to spare

I walk through the wasteland

Like I was never there

Kaez...

The living cipher

Ley-current burns beneath the glass

I watch their convoy slowly pass

One waystone

One ricochet

One perfect angle

Ends the day

They call me blasphemy

They call me wrong

But I've been dead

For far too long

The mage believes

His walls are strong

I find the weakness

And prove him wrong

No prayer

No mercy

No warning shot

Just cold mathematics

And what they forgot

Six silent charges

Six chances to breathe

One shot through the ward

One shot through the dream

No name

No home

No soul left to spare

I walk through the wasteland

Like I was never there

Kaez...

The living cipher

They offered me warmth...

They offered me home...

One touch...

One choice...

One world to destroy.

So I turned away.

Let the machine keep

What it stole.

Let the fire sleep.

Let Maya dream.

Now every border knows my name

Every college wants me chained

But I move where

The salt winds blow

Six blue charges

Ready to go

Deep beneath

The broken spires

I follow numbers

Through the wires

One final stroke

One final seal

To break the engine

And make it real

Six silent charges

Six chances to breathe

One shot through the ward

One shot through the dream

No name

No home

No soul left to spare

I walk through the wasteland

Like I was never there

Six silent charges

And nothing to lose

If fate wants a payment

I'll choose what I choose

No tracks

No quarter

No footprints remain

Just copper-scented lead

And salt in the rain

Sarah...

Kaez...

Whatever name remains...

Take the shot.