"Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away"
-Percy Shelly, Ozymandias
Authorial Proclamation I
I what doth follow, behold what I have wrought! In twyste and perverse such subtle colossi shall I weave. Forestall your condemnation, for truly I tell you there is more than what meets the eye, and meaning beyond what is said and seen. Shy not from myne bladed words and see if thou canst carve from its carcass the delicate meat that lies below the hoary skin. There is an epic there, who's roots sink deep into the treacherous sand of words, if only one has the eyes to see it. Exhort from me explanation not, for to pierce the veil dost shatter the spell. question not my methods nor prose nor the narrative till you have seen it in its completion. From you o reader, I ask only this sacred trust. Proceed with caution should you dare.
In Exordium/Introit:
Help me O muse, to tell the tale of Brave Harry, Kind Thrall, and the Almighty Zuldjan! give me words to speak their adventures of these brave and glorious adventurers as they shake two worlds to their crooked roots and reshape existence. Lend me expression to convey the horror and destruction of reality that has bean woveth through their actions as they pour forth from myne wretched Mind! Amen!