Once a Master and once Slave, who are now bonded by blood, comes a flurry of resentment as Eternity’s breached the former slave-now his master’s Kin-who he refers to now as Sire.
(Sire) Sweet curious, how lovers lost while great ships wallow in their great sea devourer…but what would it cost for all the whirlpools to end and the wondrous human torrent of emotions held? How could such a tide overlong become sanguine, cometh from the great emperor himself?
Stay, these thoughts would be a common break down of a leafed soul, getting with bleach and moon that blighted butterfly. Hence summer left us to our blight, this bland epic. So would I not, as one by one they would wilt, and colder the hearts would bleed to escalate a chaotic sin. So should I not best their fallow wake, and merge upon their dark rebellion? Then time would sigh whilst I flew over them, as they now cry my own I would hammock, above such serious venues of gray, that I would bore my will to wake.
My levitation, remaining possible for time becometh more. Over selfless dire I take them unto me, and thus my wedlock hassles their crushing fit, however lonely now they’ve been, none so close to mine. But no longer forthwith I breed.
And cursed come to them my slaven pate, to later remit a sordid pleasure from its necessity. Where no sooner I regress that I am shifted to my former glory once more.
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(Kin) What remains, whence a paltry victim of the crown in a world with no end, or none to bargain with to say your life extends beyond. So it is your word alone and no misgivings of the soul…as we can only promise action so far as tomorrow.
Pray, if I baffle thee then let me leave, where I shall go to this beyond and fell the walls by which they stand. More so for those unfortunate, whom I would give a chance at self-preservation. And I could hero among them whilst leaving here. Thus we all have won.
As I am an impractical slave and you too kind a master, let us end this masquerade of false dominion. There will nay be a stir hence, where I look back wearing not a semblance of a frown, but one as sincere as if I loved you.
And as I see you’ve unlocked the gate, allow me this last kiss so that I might carry with me my regret. As our positions kept us at a maddened distance, so just this once we may be true to ourselves.
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(Sire) Aye, chase thy tail ne’er to return, and peace be with thee tomorrow and every day hence. Forthwith I bear without a gentle hand, and so returned untoward a callous world. Yes…an unfortunate position we stood before, and I the one of privilege while you the more deserving. Alas, be that as it may how I tried to keep you safe. As we beckoned to the silence of our haven, coddled in our preferred darkness more embracing we agreed were those velvet shadows.
How I will miss thee with all my heart. Our paths might cross but we cannot bray in hope of a dreamer’s reunion. Fortuitous we might be our skin already grows cold. The whiteness of our breath bears an encumbered weight, as our visions frozen unto a night sky and we will never be a pair with which to stare upward. Perhaps I will catch your scent frequent on the wind, and if it be false I will yet smile, ne’er to forget you mooning under the moon.
In our brief companionship we will grin, and as the curtains close in our respected villas, wherever that may be, it is a frown that will see us to bed. And whoever may hope to dream after such was our heart break, he is the stronger man, or colder…but better the preserved whilst I know mine blood even now runs too fresh with yours, and my manner will turn to gum. I will bend in the wind because I must, and my will shan’t remain so glamorous without you, my shadow…you were the better companion than any a loyal reflection.
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(Kin) I am not as common does, impassive to luxury this sworn and impious glutton. My impregnable mass, to whom I love such vanity rules. And none without me burrows so deep this land delves; a merry comfort for thine blackened soul.
Corded are these branches which lead my worst flounder…thence I fell and abducted calm to lie this merry.
Now I weight too much its burden, felt all over this eternal leg. Sallow remnants of an ivory reflection; how you mention loyalty at its husk.
A broken lavender scent encompasses thee, bedded by a holy ground we shared, where nay a trespass to its worth and a bygone sentimentality. We are dead until love comes again, when this flesh is truly warm and not meant; after our freakish nature has bent I abhor.
Bloodied is my vision as is my heart, for I am ruined. Less worth thy previous good company let it be. I sleep and I know which nags your glory…and I can only say that I am sorry.
