Towers and Sacrifice.

I called you traitor, what gall have I invested? You my brethren first fallen by neglect and scorn I will attest by worthy memory.

Depths so Free.

While I am beyond passion endured my Faithful the salve becomes. I over-burning behold my Patient adorn me daily relief. Mine a hope never lost, I dwell pure free for my Destiny’s consolation.

Altru Secondary.

Come my secret ally, and we will into the brush of riddles steal. We the young stride to cause and fortune, and so test the ranks of rule and authority. A pact of the unnamed lies in caverns deep much beyond our periphery. We will at last take back the smile to our heritage prove.

The Princess.

Give me fiction. I do not want for disillusionment. There was an age whence I so moved in the darkness while my sole respite fantastic. Am I discovered to the brightness of the sun? Has my mind in secret uncloaked the beams of heaven too enraptured to report? Thus I must be blind.

Rebellion Altru.

Before me two paths lie. This is not my original encounter of this place. Above me specters who wear the skin of crows live only to remind me that they have not grown weary in the great and perverted smile. Brush over covers the way and I am left to the guidance of experience.

He has returned wearing an ancient cloak which is in truth the material blackness. I have long known this creature. To me he dictates his signature call, and without remorse leaves me the impossible choice. I am within this unholy thrall until I choose which path to take.

Untruth Untrench.

I will in my truest way attest the merits of a civil progression. While I will for my defining creed declare the forever importance of dreams, it is perhaps better that one should live in a state to move alongside the unfair and ungentleness of the world; in one’s every move subscribing to transcending it through humility rather than abjuring it in rebellion.

Intake Nostalle.

I must in confession tell that I cannot remember your rite. There have been so great a portion of mortal facet that I am overfull by their capacity. There are I suppose too many sides to wherein theory should have dictated the way of a flipping coin. This fog I wish in my deepest ambitions to pierce and be that one and remembered form.

The Great and Ink Regret.

Where is the advantage to live in a state neither cold nor hot? It is the most contemptible fate of my perception, that you would in the night arrive to my bed and pluck the fire from my estranged heart. You thought perhaps that the fog of a long dark had hidden you to my eyes, though you could not know that I see much where there is little to be seen. Is it a contest then? Surely a battle would be at least more romantic a fate than this arduous game of pickpockets.

Bereft All-being.

Hm.

You know, I in time have begun to wonder if mayhaps I have stolen into some staked abstraction. I by the very waking of my body and mind cannot undo the weather of my soul as though I were heavily punished in the methods of craft.

The words have jumped ship, you see.

So arduously have I pursued these the wavering and untestable nodes of saying and writing. Though it were by the first observation to mine eyes that they have in all voluntary and solemn intention strode to avoid me. It is a common thing to call this impossible, but I have seen things far stranger. I have after all seen men pretending to be dragons and dragons pretending to be men.

Code Imprompt.

Come and we shall make subterfuge of this world’s narration. In meaning I shall attest the second, and in statement I shall implore the ulterior. There is in all of honest perspective a most beauteous teleology. It is often then the loneliness of the observer to be truthful, and perhaps this is the greatest accord among the sowers of destruction and a uniform perdition. These are the rules to the game only evil plays.