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Dead Man's ChestWhen you died at the tip of my sword;
When your breath left your lips,
and turned to ash on my body;
Thats when I took it.
Not your heart;
That gnarled root to your soul,
Even though it took my breath away, once;
No, your bloody heart is not my treasure.
But the gold key and dusty map are;
Your rigid hands grasped at them
Until they fell down unto you chest
Like my blackened soul.
I only wanted the key and map
To your eyes all along.
So I killed you.
Not out of love or hate,
But of a means to an end.
I found the X,
and I carved it on your chest,
and left you to stare at the sky..
Where my humanity stays with your eyes.
A black fog over a cracked and tortured skull.
Teal dreams wrap around you
Fluttering with the fins of the deep
Even here, my dear
In this beautiful wet waste
We find more life than death
More love than fear
Hope in the bloody cyclone
Burns all the hotter
Down in these murky lights
I'll tap the checkered song
While you harden like a golden idol
In a jet black suit
The kings and queens of the age
Of jackrabbits and spidermen
My lips never less than red
Your eyes never lighter than black
Sweating in gunpowder kisses
And electric caresses
We don't miss the sun, not here
Who could ask for her false embrace
In place of the fierce hand up my thigh?
I'll keep your fingers warm without her
And you can shade her from my soul
This tragedy is a paradise
For those who are not gods or kings
But only men
We see no sorrow in leaking gold
Or mournful fruition
I see peace in every bullet
And love in every letter
You see us free with every funeral
And set us free with every smile
Je Renais De Mes CendresA phoenix is ever lasting and eternal, but the majestic and magical bird has its weaknesses too. Of fire and flame, passion and love, they have a weakness called a Fire Tear: a small, simple thing yet so complicated and beautiful. And fragile beyond belief, easy to break but hard to mend, and fatal if it's ever lost.
If he had been anything else, he would have died for forever.
It was as water to his flame. Cold and dark, deep and vast as an ocean- yet contained in one small force and all the more deadly. Like a compressed bomb, the explosion wracked the small world that was within and without of him. As God of this realm, he the Immortal Phoenix, almost died. Against all hope, he succumbed to the inky and suppressing blackness
So in pain and desperation, as all around him drowned slowly in the dark water, he threw his Fire Tear with a prayer unto the Four Winds. Where It was carried, he knew not, but It was carried somewhere beyond Thought. Somewhere at the edge of Subconscious is
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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