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Oh how those halcyon days have gone by.

No more frolicking in the sun, tumbling around in the grass, hitting the arcade every weekend.

When did I lose it all?

A chance encounter in the library set those rusty gears in my brain creaking.

Why was I so different?

To be unconventional, that is the way of the Aquarius.

To be eccentric, that is the way of the Aquarius.

Duh, you can tell from my blog name right?

Pity being an avant-gardist doesn't exactly put you on the path to recognition here.

Ok, maybe I'm not exactly that radical but hey, can't hurt to boost my self-esteem a little bit right?

Since it crawled under some rock and died there ala patrick starr. (He's living under a rock. And brain dead. Ah, what better character to provide laughter for us in our lives. Are we that desperate?)

Oh the brainwash!

But never fear, the human spirit shall triumph over all adversities! (cue: loud, roaring cheer from crowd of supporters)

Damn. I have a sudden urge to not sleep tonight.

Running, out of fear of being caged.


Cotton candy clouds, pink fluffy and oh so tasty.

Raining blood on the orange world below.

Unlimited Blade Works, a vast expanse of swords and gears.

Black, silver, brown, red.

Crimson was the recurring theme.

Dripping from the heavens above, like tears from Rider's eyes.

Turn to stone, lest emotions engulf and break you.

Blinking, the world shrunk to black.

Where had the orange and pink gone?

Tick, tick, tick.

Droplets? Or clocks?

Or sword tips connecting with the earth?

A laugh. Maniacal, cruel, cold.

A woman's mangled body strewn on the black path.

Where were her eyes?

The metallic smell of blood, lightning and sin, laced with malice.

Oh how it stung.

Walking, searching, praying.

Salvation came in the form of light.

Yet the light blinds us.

Darkness cannot exist without the light, the moon and sun must coexist.

Tis' true, the sun shall never know of the darkness the moon brings.

And the moon shall forever be bathed in its own silvery light, never to know the warmth of the day.

Apollo, Artemis. Brother and sister, alike yet different.

Eos the eternal mediator.

Shattered, the darkness flees in the morning light.

Valkyrie, have you come to receive me in Valhalla?

Urd, Verdandi and Skuld have long predicted the fall of angels.

Crying tears of blood as the All-Father sleeps and never wakes.

Choosers of the slain, bring me back to the world where I belong.

Knowing none but ebony peace and incarnadine madness.

So as I pray, of angels falling from grace, losing their wings already tainted with blood.

So as I pray, for the blood on my hands to be washed away.

So as I pray, for the cerise rain to finally stop.

So as I pray, return me to the Unlimited Blade Works.


Why does pain always have to come back ten folds?

I'll soak the world in blood until the rain stops.