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HichiIchi: Pandemonium- Prologue.
“A great flame follows a little spark.”-Dante
Dark red sun rays entered through the big windows, illuminating the trhone room. Bizarre shadows were dancing on the white walls. Outside the wind was blowing gently making the rusty leaves shwish slightly.
The sky was bright red, as if it could burst in wild flames any second. The big red disc was grotesquely swallowed by the imposing hills, moving slowly.
The throne room was almost sunk in those bloody rays, except the throne itself. It was hidden by the deadly rays that seeked revenge.The throne was big, carved in black marble. Its design was amazing, hundreds or maybe even thousands of mystical creature were carved in there. And, on a soft dark red pillow sat "The Master".
His eyes were gazing at the shadows on the wall, without blinking. His breath was steady, almost as if he weren't breathing at all. His thoughts were far away...
"Master" a voice echoed in the large
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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