Red skies at night
Should have taken warning
It's just, people mourning,
running, hiding, lost
You can't find,
find a place to go
So it's red skies at night
Someone's taking over
And it looks like they're aiming right at you
Someone says, "We'll be dead by morning"
Someone cries, leaving Red eyes at night, red eyes at night
Red skies at night
Blood Moon.
Surely it was appropriate for all it was worth, it did seem a sign. The haruspex for hire in the Great Square pontificated on omens, and other such sith. Crazy one eyed bitch had better look out.
Last night I had feasted on the souls of two men. Something about pairs or doubles always appealed to me. Perhaps it is because I myself am a twin. Too, it could simply be that I have always had such a duality of nature. Who would know me well enough to say, truly.
The two men who once held high positions in the Administrations Offices, had grovelled at my feet, begged for life. Pathetic. These two petty individuals thought to buy my affection, and my sympathy. " Neither sympathy nor affection are my forte`", I had told them. There was indescribable, overwhelming power as I watched their heads bend backwards from their necks and swing pedulant from their spines. I must have been more brutal than intended.
Should have taken warning
It's just, people mourning,
running, hiding, lost
You can't find,
find a place to go
So it's red skies at night
Someone's taking over
And it looks like they're aiming right at you
Someone says, "We'll be dead by morning"
Someone cries, leaving Red eyes at night, red eyes at night
Red skies at night
Blood Moon.
Surely it was appropriate for all it was worth, it did seem a sign. The haruspex for hire in the Great Square pontificated on omens, and other such sith. Crazy one eyed bitch had better look out.
Last night I had feasted on the souls of two men. Something about pairs or doubles always appealed to me. Perhaps it is because I myself am a twin. Too, it could simply be that I have always had such a duality of nature. Who would know me well enough to say, truly.
The two men who once held high positions in the Administrations Offices, had grovelled at my feet, begged for life. Pathetic. These two petty individuals thought to buy my affection, and my sympathy. " Neither sympathy nor affection are my forte`", I had told them. There was indescribable, overwhelming power as I watched their heads bend backwards from their necks and swing pedulant from their spines. I must have been more brutal than intended.
My constant companions, the guard of Black men had watched my presence grow as I left these two dogs to spew forth hearts blood around the foyer of the Central Cylinder. Two of my young Brothers had been sick. Maybe they fear me, or perhaps what I have become before their eyes. As well they should for I am licensed to kill these days with 10 more writs of execution in my hands. These Administrators will not have died in vain, no longer will the Black hide behind the Cosian scum for our hand in this. No, we have found our path and soon, yes dear soon, I am coming for you that have stolen from us. You will find the heaviest of hands not gloved in Red. We are silent as the dagger now coming from behind to take from you all that you hold beloved. I shall show this city what it truly means to revel in the lust and greed, and what price that bounty will bring. I am, after all, marked for greatness.
I have found my lost soul in this Moon. I have found her, and she is hiding no more. For this sanguine Moon, she who makes these streets my pale red venue, I salute. Vigilent I shall rise from the ashes of forlorn. I shall become a living, breathing, nightmarish icon for a whole city to fear and revere. I have painted myself appropriately as I think she painted herself bloody just for me. Yes, just for us.
Glory to Ar. Glory to the Black. Glory to the People.
Glory to Ar. Glory to the Black. Glory to the People.
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