Do you know the story of Erkan Creiddylad? Ekran Creidylat - according to older scrolls. And sometimes Lord Serkan when in polite and most noble company. Now what noble is really depends on your temperament. Gutter smiles and empty hearts are found everywhere, and even rats can sit high on piles of oily rubbles. To each their thrones.
But back to more pleasing matters - crisp and cold - seizing
Invigorating investigations or
Retelling.
In true sight - a vision,
Draped in sanguine mist
Velvety in his stride
Cloaked in tar twisting stars
Claws of steel
Sweet daggers
Dancing laughter
It’s really too bad I have to keep putting him into the ground. But I’ll wait for his return.
Perhaps one day I’ll join him instead.
For an aeon or two.
A promise of eternal dance.
World reborn - my eyes closed, I see the shadow ever present
Comfortably so. Ever so rightly so…
But for now, I cackled softly,
My feet swinging on coffin
I still have his ring.
And an oath to fulfill.
- Musings found on vellum scroll, neatly secured and sealed in crimson wax - a Hunter Tempted.
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