Tryst With Mephistopheles

I stumbled on the summit's path Clumsy, clumsy No paragon am I I can't even keep my shoes tied I've been in love with Owen ever since I heard the strains of Psalm 21 Standing between the choirs As they sang, "Laudate Dominum, Laudate Dominum" Damn, I wrote it down but I left it in the pocket of my other jeans Scrawled across the foolscap I don't know what your devotion means I don't know what your devotion means And up, upon the summit I can see The one I worshipped as a boy The Creator, The Great White Noise The Great White Noise Charged and charging up the ridge The chests are empty, the coffers too They float in the flood, and so will you, I swear, so will you "Your light is spent! Your light is spent!" I cried As I drove the iron spike into Owen's eyes The sun sped cross the plains like that cinematic moment where Humanity and nature collide When you think, "Everything's gonna be all right" Just before the hero gets a bullet in his side Whizzing off the clifftop Listening for the spatter, thirty floors below Down come the vultures I will not be your fuel anymore Now the author has been silenced, how will they ever decipher me? I hope they hear these words and are convinced You never even knew me I draw a bruise on your brawny shoulder Scratch my fingers over your tattoos The author has been removed --- Tryst With Mephistopheles - Owen Pallett and Final Fantasy