Post by Deleted on May 15, 2014 10:53:10 GMT -5
You are leading him, into the darkness…. Back into a world of pain and lies and betrayal. And you lead him with a smile on your face… My smile, Alice. I know you… I see you. We know what you are… How long until they see it too?
Alice sits before a small vanity table, her white skin shimmers in the low light as she leans against the painted black wood. Her elbows, red from the length of time they have been there, are pressed into the surface of the table; her long blonde hair pulled away from her face is piled atop her head.
Steely blue eyes stare back from her reflection as she stares into the face that looks back at her. The features are familiar, the soft pink lips, the lines of her cheeks, the small creases around her eyes, the scar down her cheek, faded but still so apparent to her…
Slowly, she raises a hand, fingertips stroke the cool glassy surface of the mirror and a tear trails down the reflections cheek, it trickles in an abstract pattern across the skin of the face looking back her and she sighs, dropping the hand flat against the vanity.
You are me…
No.
Yes, Alice, you need me…
I never needed you…
I loved you when he couldn’t
He always loved me.
I always loved you, my dear little Alice…
The reflection in the mirror changes a little, the icy blue eyes turn black, darker than the pits of hell that burrow into the earth and the fire behind them burns and warps the mirror, it begins to bow and crack at the sides… The blonde hair of the girl outside the mirror shakes with her head in a silent no as the eyes bore into her own.
Emily lives because I live…
She is mine…
You are mine.
No.
Yes… Alice…
I will not become you.
It is not the thrill of the ring that calls to you Alice, it is me… It is US….
The reflection changes again, the long blonde hair darkens, it grows black and frames her face, falling to her shoulder, it brushes her cheeks and the girl outside the mirror claws at her cheeks as though she can feel it hand there… More tears, on the girl, the real one, this time… As the cracks grow, they spread, travelling down towards her face…. Infecting her…. Breaking.
Succumb to me Alice…
I will not.
You already have.
You don’t know anything.
We don’t need you any more.
You will always need me Alice…
No.
Say it Alice…
Never…
Say my name Alice, acknowledge me…. You are me…. Who are WE?!
The delicate hand on the dresser grows darker; her lily white skin becomes darker, scarred… She watches as the reflection’s scars change, the one on her cheek, on Alice’s cheek, disappears and instead is replaced with the lines of age, scars form on her neck, down her arms… Battle Scars, far older than she… The girl outside the mirror gasps, she shakes…. Her breathy sighs beg him not to make her say it….
No, Please…
Say it.
You don’t belong here… Leave us alone!
I am us Alice… I am you, we are one…. You belong to me…
You own me now… I live within you…
Your heart beats with my blood….
NO!
Her heart, beats with my blood
My lineage…
She will be all he could not be….
No, please… Not Emily…
Then say it…
Accept me….
………..
SAY IT!
Angel.
The name is a scream as the pale white hands of the girl outside the mirror slams the doors of the vanity shut and she slumps, over and forward, laying her face against the cool black veneer of the wooden table. Her bright blue eyes dull as tears cloud them and she sobs… Quiet, choked sobs…
And he hears them, though she did not hear him…
Alice?
Kings? Among men I should suppose? We have dealt with them before...
ALL BLOODY HAIL
And such. And the Like.
Or are you vapor? On the wind…. *Poof* blow and you’re gone, falling apart… And I, am the one with the control, I suppose, because you claim, the rather lame and overdone, like everyone… Balls in purse. Ha, cute. You’re funny, I suppose? Who knows…?
I never really was the one with a sense of humor.
And now you’re evil and we should fear? Man fears what he does not know… Let’s put on the show and I will quake, in your wake, in my over expensive boots… I digress; it doesn’t matter if you are a king. A holy man, or evil as you claim…
We are not men; humanity does not live here… You know not what you seek, as many a traveler has been warned. But you know better, they always do… And it’s true, you know – you feed into a stereotype, think you’re original, something else… And we should be afraid…
Be very afraid.
Of the boogeyman? Of a thing that creeps and hides its face, it’s name… Feels shame. We do not know shame, pain is my friend, inflict it and you may reel back, in horror and awe, when I beg you to hurt me just a little bit more… You don’t know… How could you…
Poor naïve little thing, he is not what you should fear. He holds me dear; there is no sadness in that. But you will wallow, you will scream and you will beg, beneath my feet. Like bones, ground into dust. And I will not have mercy, for it does not sit well with me….
You know not what you have awakened…. And you will go, only not so softly, into that anything but ‘good’ night…
WHORE!
The guttural growl that escapes his throat terrifies me and my hands reach for his, which tightens around my throat. My nails, my stupid weak nails, break against his skin as they push into his flesh and barely draw blood… He does not flinch, he laughs, pulls tighter…
The blackness creeps…
I can feel my feet just touch the floor which disappears below me, my toes dance across the flooring of the basic backstage locker room. His hands, paw across me. His hot breath on my cheek, my neck, reminding me I am stupid… I am a child under his control… He will have me however he wants me…
And then it happened, his hand, it slipped. Just that touch to low and landed on my swollen belly. And she felt him, she knew he was there and she kicked. Once. Hard.
Let go of my mummy – she said.
And he did… Oh my god, he did, his hand slipped from my throat and my feet found the floor which now felt solid beneath me. He fell, to his knees before me, a single hot hand still resting where he felt her. And she did it again, one hard kick.
Get away from my mummy – she demanded.
And it happened…. When he looked up at me, those eyes. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine and I could feel it… All of the anger, all of the hurt, it melted away between us. He was here and he was sorry… He stayed on his knees, hot round tears fell down his cheeks as he pressed his face to my stomach, he could feel her…
Get away from her!
Angel. My Angel. He bounded across the empty locker room and his angry balled fist caught the jaw of my love, striking him hard, forcing him away from me, away from us. And she turned, inside me, she reached for him… She begged for him to come back.
Alice.
His hand, now open and soft touched my face. The other fell to where Nero’s hand had lain just moments before, but she did not kick from him. She pulled back, she stayed away, and she knew what lay beneath the veneer of smile and concern.
Did he hurt you?
I shook my head no; I placed my hand on his and slid it from my cheek. As I did, his other slipped from my stomach; it freed us, if only for a moment. And I moved, I pushed away from the wall and I walked across the room, a hand found his soft, golden hair and I stroked it as my other offered to him, helping him up.
Alice….?
Pain. Confusion. On the faces of both the men who proclaimed to care for me…. He pushed my hands away from him, my Nero. He didn’t understand, he couldn’t… The icy walls he had built around his heart once more had begun to melt… And again I was the culprit, or at least, I carried her.
Love my mummy – She begged.
Don’t know what evil is… But you do… The Shape… playing games and dancing a song to your own drummer I suppose… Like me, you see, my feet… They forget the rules and off they go, dancing to the beat of my own drummer… It’s always been the same.
It’s why they never say I’m sane…
But what is sanity to a Vapor King? What is a Vapor King? A shape? A thing… an entity, empty… knock knock, anybody home? Too busy playing lets all retrograde, because we’re too lazy, or too slow… To know – to think. Forethought, afterthought, any thought at all?
Penny for your thoughts boys?
YooouuuHoooo anyone home? Doubtful… Didn’t even leave the light on when they left.
And one, such as me, can suppose… Because she knows – nonsense when she sees it. Laughable, fear…? You? Or anyone? Anything… Fear departed from this place long ago… In its wake we dance with despair, we don’t care, it’s not the glittery gold of fame that calls out name – you think we care, or desire, anything more than pain?
Sweet little thing that dances in the night, the shadows are my friend and you claim it’s where you live, say hello from me – they know me better than you. I can assure you of that, filling you with fact, so maybe you can do better next time… Don’t whine… Don’t complain… It’s all the same.
You just don’t matter.
And what? You’ll still pretend the same is true of me? And threaten him? Strike at the heart, because that is where every ounce of goodness lives…
Dearly departed, that’s me… Because I depart, I leave, take flight, the moment feet hits canvas, it is not Alice you have to tangle with, I am we, we are US and it is the us you should fear dark ones… it is the creeping and slithering of us, how it will sneak and creep up on you and when you scream…
Blood curdling – and OH Yes you will…
Make it my name, so I can tingle… and linger.. A finger… at my lips, for just a taste of the blood…..
WE spill.
Her beautiful blonde ringlets tumble past her shoulders, the hazy line of a soft summer dress floats around her ankles as she lies, on her stomach, kicking her feet up behind her in that way small children do. She shrieks and pulls a face of shock and betrayal as his large hand moves a piece across the board.
Check.
She turns her head to look at me, her perfect little bottom lip jutted out in that pouty way she does. She waves a hand over the chess board between them on the floor, batting those thick black eyelashes that frame her Sapphire blue eyes perfectly at me.
Mama, Daddy is cheating again….
He chuckles and the sound fills me with perfect warmth. This is happiness I remind myself, this is my heart, this is where I belong.
He is sitting Indian style before the old carved board, his long lean limbs perfectly folded, a hand resting beneath his chin as though he is perfectly concentrated on the game, but his eyes trail up to meet mine and he winks. I wander over to where they are and place my hands on my hips, playing into their little game.
Well now, that’s rather mean of him don’t you think?
I place a hand to my cheek as though I am thinking, they both watch me intently, I can feel their matching blue eyes following my every movement as I lean down, my hand grasps a piece and I sweep it across the board, knocking over his “royalty” with a triumphant laugh.
Check Mate.
She laughs and claps her hands, her small face ruddy and pink with excitement as she points at Nero, her little pink fingers almost shaking with the joy of her victory. And he pulls up to his full sitting height, as though he is outraged.
Well, I never thought my two girls would destroy me so….
I laugh again, a soft lilting laugh and I can feel love fill my heart. I watch her as she begins to reset the board. I am constantly fascinated by her, the innocence the remains around her is something we have carefully cultivated and I am amazed by her. So engulfed by her am I that I do not notice his movement….
He appears behind me and grabs me around the waist, easily throwing me over his shoulder he makes to march away, loudly declaring himself the victor and claiming his prize. She jumps to her feet and he small hands, making even smaller fists playfully beat against his back.
You let her go you bully!
He laughs and turns, placing me back down on my feet he steals a kiss as he rounds on her and gathers her up in his arms, he kisses her cheeks and below her chin, causing her to shriek with hilarity as his fingers tickle her… He barrels her up against him and the two dissolve into laughter…. Lost in a moment of pure joy between them.
My hand finds my chest and rests over my heart, I can feel it beating and it beats for them, for these precious stolen moments where we can just be happy… Where we can be a family… And then, a sadness overtakes me… I cannot take him from this… They are my heart and they must continue to beat as one….
He sees it before I feel it, the tear that escapes me and trickles down my cheek, he places Emily on the floor and pats her gently, instructing her to return to setting the board. As he turns to face me, he blocks my view, I cannot see her any more, crouched before the board setting the pieces right….
I can see only him, feel his finger catch the tear and wipe it from my cheek and I shake my head sadly, slowly.
I can’t…. You have to stay…
That same finger touches my lips, then replaced by his own as he embraces me and on his lips I can taste every promise we ever made… Through his body pressed so tightly to my own I can feel the future and I know, that though it may be in two, my heart will continue to beat, so long as he stands beside me…..
“And you’ll live as you’ve never lived before….”
Pssst… Do you want to hear a secret? Everything is gray. You can call it Black and White. Good and Evil. Right and Wrong…. But we all know better, everything is shades of gray and no one is truly good… No one is truly evil… Wrong and Right can be performed in the same action, because where there is saving, where there is victory… There is collateral damage… There is pain, there is suffering… Hero or Villain, it doesn’t matter…Someone loses… Someone fails….
Not such a secret is it really?
Just a debunk, just proof, that you are nothing but a lie… Try and defy it all.. Go ahead, I will wait… I have all the time in the world, so do you, apparently, so let’s do the dance, let’s all pretend that words mean more than words and that when it comes to action, when you must take arms…
You will falter at your own underestimation.
And I will laugh, because it is me you doubt, me you discount, me who will be the one to see your face, screwed and torn in the agonizing glory of painful defeat… Because it will be I who orchestrates it all, my hands or his, it doesn’t matter… He can be the one to draw the blood, he can be the one to strike you down… But he is like my hound, of hell, when I call, he obeys…
You think that unmanly? A failure in the eyes of phony kings who wear crowns of lies upon their heads because they cannot begin to comprehend their own failings in misguided teachings? I will show you failure, I will ram it down your throat and rub your nose it in like a dog that has fouled.
A mess – you are, the both, the two, the entity and the one… smiles and words to have the world fooled? Not me… No, not I… For I see you for all you truly are and that is weakness, that is purporting, that is a fallacy built upon a trail of mismatched victories… And now they think you strong…
They think you enough…
So come now, with me, play a game and dance a waltz where the beat is off, so we may all move our own way, you down flat. On your back. Is that your next joke? Some clever wit or claim that I will be there, as surely I am used to it… Colour me unimpressed at your lack of linguistics, empty threats and old jokes… So clever are you… Old ones? Or simply rotting brain?
Good for nothing…
Good for no one…
Good only, to bleed…..
ALL BLOODY HAIL….. Indeed.
Alice sits before a small vanity table, her white skin shimmers in the low light as she leans against the painted black wood. Her elbows, red from the length of time they have been there, are pressed into the surface of the table; her long blonde hair pulled away from her face is piled atop her head.
Steely blue eyes stare back from her reflection as she stares into the face that looks back at her. The features are familiar, the soft pink lips, the lines of her cheeks, the small creases around her eyes, the scar down her cheek, faded but still so apparent to her…
Slowly, she raises a hand, fingertips stroke the cool glassy surface of the mirror and a tear trails down the reflections cheek, it trickles in an abstract pattern across the skin of the face looking back her and she sighs, dropping the hand flat against the vanity.
You are me…
No.
Yes, Alice, you need me…
I never needed you…
I loved you when he couldn’t
He always loved me.
I always loved you, my dear little Alice…
The reflection in the mirror changes a little, the icy blue eyes turn black, darker than the pits of hell that burrow into the earth and the fire behind them burns and warps the mirror, it begins to bow and crack at the sides… The blonde hair of the girl outside the mirror shakes with her head in a silent no as the eyes bore into her own.
Emily lives because I live…
She is mine…
You are mine.
No.
Yes… Alice…
I will not become you.
It is not the thrill of the ring that calls to you Alice, it is me… It is US….
The reflection changes again, the long blonde hair darkens, it grows black and frames her face, falling to her shoulder, it brushes her cheeks and the girl outside the mirror claws at her cheeks as though she can feel it hand there… More tears, on the girl, the real one, this time… As the cracks grow, they spread, travelling down towards her face…. Infecting her…. Breaking.
Succumb to me Alice…
I will not.
You already have.
You don’t know anything.
We don’t need you any more.
You will always need me Alice…
No.
Say it Alice…
Never…
Say my name Alice, acknowledge me…. You are me…. Who are WE?!
The delicate hand on the dresser grows darker; her lily white skin becomes darker, scarred… She watches as the reflection’s scars change, the one on her cheek, on Alice’s cheek, disappears and instead is replaced with the lines of age, scars form on her neck, down her arms… Battle Scars, far older than she… The girl outside the mirror gasps, she shakes…. Her breathy sighs beg him not to make her say it….
No, Please…
Say it.
You don’t belong here… Leave us alone!
I am us Alice… I am you, we are one…. You belong to me…
You own me now… I live within you…
Your heart beats with my blood….
NO!
Her heart, beats with my blood
My lineage…
She will be all he could not be….
No, please… Not Emily…
Then say it…
Accept me….
………..
SAY IT!
Angel.
The name is a scream as the pale white hands of the girl outside the mirror slams the doors of the vanity shut and she slumps, over and forward, laying her face against the cool black veneer of the wooden table. Her bright blue eyes dull as tears cloud them and she sobs… Quiet, choked sobs…
And he hears them, though she did not hear him…
Alice?
Kings? Among men I should suppose? We have dealt with them before...
ALL BLOODY HAIL
And such. And the Like.
Or are you vapor? On the wind…. *Poof* blow and you’re gone, falling apart… And I, am the one with the control, I suppose, because you claim, the rather lame and overdone, like everyone… Balls in purse. Ha, cute. You’re funny, I suppose? Who knows…?
I never really was the one with a sense of humor.
And now you’re evil and we should fear? Man fears what he does not know… Let’s put on the show and I will quake, in your wake, in my over expensive boots… I digress; it doesn’t matter if you are a king. A holy man, or evil as you claim…
We are not men; humanity does not live here… You know not what you seek, as many a traveler has been warned. But you know better, they always do… And it’s true, you know – you feed into a stereotype, think you’re original, something else… And we should be afraid…
Be very afraid.
Of the boogeyman? Of a thing that creeps and hides its face, it’s name… Feels shame. We do not know shame, pain is my friend, inflict it and you may reel back, in horror and awe, when I beg you to hurt me just a little bit more… You don’t know… How could you…
Poor naïve little thing, he is not what you should fear. He holds me dear; there is no sadness in that. But you will wallow, you will scream and you will beg, beneath my feet. Like bones, ground into dust. And I will not have mercy, for it does not sit well with me….
You know not what you have awakened…. And you will go, only not so softly, into that anything but ‘good’ night…
WHORE!
The guttural growl that escapes his throat terrifies me and my hands reach for his, which tightens around my throat. My nails, my stupid weak nails, break against his skin as they push into his flesh and barely draw blood… He does not flinch, he laughs, pulls tighter…
The blackness creeps…
I can feel my feet just touch the floor which disappears below me, my toes dance across the flooring of the basic backstage locker room. His hands, paw across me. His hot breath on my cheek, my neck, reminding me I am stupid… I am a child under his control… He will have me however he wants me…
And then it happened, his hand, it slipped. Just that touch to low and landed on my swollen belly. And she felt him, she knew he was there and she kicked. Once. Hard.
Let go of my mummy – she said.
And he did… Oh my god, he did, his hand slipped from my throat and my feet found the floor which now felt solid beneath me. He fell, to his knees before me, a single hot hand still resting where he felt her. And she did it again, one hard kick.
Get away from my mummy – she demanded.
And it happened…. When he looked up at me, those eyes. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine and I could feel it… All of the anger, all of the hurt, it melted away between us. He was here and he was sorry… He stayed on his knees, hot round tears fell down his cheeks as he pressed his face to my stomach, he could feel her…
And he loved her.
Get away from her!
Angel. My Angel. He bounded across the empty locker room and his angry balled fist caught the jaw of my love, striking him hard, forcing him away from me, away from us. And she turned, inside me, she reached for him… She begged for him to come back.
Alice.
His hand, now open and soft touched my face. The other fell to where Nero’s hand had lain just moments before, but she did not kick from him. She pulled back, she stayed away, and she knew what lay beneath the veneer of smile and concern.
Did he hurt you?
I shook my head no; I placed my hand on his and slid it from my cheek. As I did, his other slipped from my stomach; it freed us, if only for a moment. And I moved, I pushed away from the wall and I walked across the room, a hand found his soft, golden hair and I stroked it as my other offered to him, helping him up.
Alice….?
Pain. Confusion. On the faces of both the men who proclaimed to care for me…. He pushed my hands away from him, my Nero. He didn’t understand, he couldn’t… The icy walls he had built around his heart once more had begun to melt… And again I was the culprit, or at least, I carried her.
Love my mummy – She begged.
And he did, believe me…. He does.
Don’t know what evil is… But you do… The Shape… playing games and dancing a song to your own drummer I suppose… Like me, you see, my feet… They forget the rules and off they go, dancing to the beat of my own drummer… It’s always been the same.
It’s why they never say I’m sane…
But what is sanity to a Vapor King? What is a Vapor King? A shape? A thing… an entity, empty… knock knock, anybody home? Too busy playing lets all retrograde, because we’re too lazy, or too slow… To know – to think. Forethought, afterthought, any thought at all?
Penny for your thoughts boys?
YooouuuHoooo anyone home? Doubtful… Didn’t even leave the light on when they left.
And one, such as me, can suppose… Because she knows – nonsense when she sees it. Laughable, fear…? You? Or anyone? Anything… Fear departed from this place long ago… In its wake we dance with despair, we don’t care, it’s not the glittery gold of fame that calls out name – you think we care, or desire, anything more than pain?
Sweet little thing that dances in the night, the shadows are my friend and you claim it’s where you live, say hello from me – they know me better than you. I can assure you of that, filling you with fact, so maybe you can do better next time… Don’t whine… Don’t complain… It’s all the same.
You just don’t matter.
And what? You’ll still pretend the same is true of me? And threaten him? Strike at the heart, because that is where every ounce of goodness lives…
Dearly departed, that’s me… Because I depart, I leave, take flight, the moment feet hits canvas, it is not Alice you have to tangle with, I am we, we are US and it is the us you should fear dark ones… it is the creeping and slithering of us, how it will sneak and creep up on you and when you scream…
Blood curdling – and OH Yes you will…
Make it my name, so I can tingle… and linger.. A finger… at my lips, for just a taste of the blood…..
WE spill.
Her beautiful blonde ringlets tumble past her shoulders, the hazy line of a soft summer dress floats around her ankles as she lies, on her stomach, kicking her feet up behind her in that way small children do. She shrieks and pulls a face of shock and betrayal as his large hand moves a piece across the board.
Check.
She turns her head to look at me, her perfect little bottom lip jutted out in that pouty way she does. She waves a hand over the chess board between them on the floor, batting those thick black eyelashes that frame her Sapphire blue eyes perfectly at me.
Mama, Daddy is cheating again….
He chuckles and the sound fills me with perfect warmth. This is happiness I remind myself, this is my heart, this is where I belong.
He is sitting Indian style before the old carved board, his long lean limbs perfectly folded, a hand resting beneath his chin as though he is perfectly concentrated on the game, but his eyes trail up to meet mine and he winks. I wander over to where they are and place my hands on my hips, playing into their little game.
Well now, that’s rather mean of him don’t you think?
I place a hand to my cheek as though I am thinking, they both watch me intently, I can feel their matching blue eyes following my every movement as I lean down, my hand grasps a piece and I sweep it across the board, knocking over his “royalty” with a triumphant laugh.
Check Mate.
She laughs and claps her hands, her small face ruddy and pink with excitement as she points at Nero, her little pink fingers almost shaking with the joy of her victory. And he pulls up to his full sitting height, as though he is outraged.
Well, I never thought my two girls would destroy me so….
I laugh again, a soft lilting laugh and I can feel love fill my heart. I watch her as she begins to reset the board. I am constantly fascinated by her, the innocence the remains around her is something we have carefully cultivated and I am amazed by her. So engulfed by her am I that I do not notice his movement….
He appears behind me and grabs me around the waist, easily throwing me over his shoulder he makes to march away, loudly declaring himself the victor and claiming his prize. She jumps to her feet and he small hands, making even smaller fists playfully beat against his back.
You let her go you bully!
He laughs and turns, placing me back down on my feet he steals a kiss as he rounds on her and gathers her up in his arms, he kisses her cheeks and below her chin, causing her to shriek with hilarity as his fingers tickle her… He barrels her up against him and the two dissolve into laughter…. Lost in a moment of pure joy between them.
My hand finds my chest and rests over my heart, I can feel it beating and it beats for them, for these precious stolen moments where we can just be happy… Where we can be a family… And then, a sadness overtakes me… I cannot take him from this… They are my heart and they must continue to beat as one….
He sees it before I feel it, the tear that escapes me and trickles down my cheek, he places Emily on the floor and pats her gently, instructing her to return to setting the board. As he turns to face me, he blocks my view, I cannot see her any more, crouched before the board setting the pieces right….
I can see only him, feel his finger catch the tear and wipe it from my cheek and I shake my head sadly, slowly.
I can’t…. You have to stay…
That same finger touches my lips, then replaced by his own as he embraces me and on his lips I can taste every promise we ever made… Through his body pressed so tightly to my own I can feel the future and I know, that though it may be in two, my heart will continue to beat, so long as he stands beside me…..
Forever United.
“And you’ll live as you’ve never lived before….”
Pssst… Do you want to hear a secret? Everything is gray. You can call it Black and White. Good and Evil. Right and Wrong…. But we all know better, everything is shades of gray and no one is truly good… No one is truly evil… Wrong and Right can be performed in the same action, because where there is saving, where there is victory… There is collateral damage… There is pain, there is suffering… Hero or Villain, it doesn’t matter…Someone loses… Someone fails….
Not such a secret is it really?
Just a debunk, just proof, that you are nothing but a lie… Try and defy it all.. Go ahead, I will wait… I have all the time in the world, so do you, apparently, so let’s do the dance, let’s all pretend that words mean more than words and that when it comes to action, when you must take arms…
You will falter at your own underestimation.
And I will laugh, because it is me you doubt, me you discount, me who will be the one to see your face, screwed and torn in the agonizing glory of painful defeat… Because it will be I who orchestrates it all, my hands or his, it doesn’t matter… He can be the one to draw the blood, he can be the one to strike you down… But he is like my hound, of hell, when I call, he obeys…
You think that unmanly? A failure in the eyes of phony kings who wear crowns of lies upon their heads because they cannot begin to comprehend their own failings in misguided teachings? I will show you failure, I will ram it down your throat and rub your nose it in like a dog that has fouled.
A mess – you are, the both, the two, the entity and the one… smiles and words to have the world fooled? Not me… No, not I… For I see you for all you truly are and that is weakness, that is purporting, that is a fallacy built upon a trail of mismatched victories… And now they think you strong…
They think you enough…
So come now, with me, play a game and dance a waltz where the beat is off, so we may all move our own way, you down flat. On your back. Is that your next joke? Some clever wit or claim that I will be there, as surely I am used to it… Colour me unimpressed at your lack of linguistics, empty threats and old jokes… So clever are you… Old ones? Or simply rotting brain?
Good for nothing…
Good for no one…
Good only, to bleed…..
ALL BLOODY HAIL….. Indeed.
