Hi. I'm back again
Ok, so I was listening to Diorama by Eiko Shimamiya erlier today, when this just popped into my head. Again it's GAMEVERSE, feturing the Seven Apostles. This one's more angsty than some of the other things I've done, it kinda describes how they felt through the game. I won't talk to much, so...
Enjoy!
We are the marionettes in this master plot.
She controls us.
She lifts us.
She uses the chains to make us move…
Dance…
Kill.
We move against our will, unable to protest, for fear the chains will be cut.
Is that not what we have always wanted, though?
We always wanted the chains to be cut.
But they are far too thick for us to break.
And even if we could, there would be no reward.
For without the chains…
We cannot move.
If we cut through the chains, we will fall.
And when we hit the ground, we will break.
And when we are broken, we will die.
Well, it is kill or be killed, is it not?
But then there's her.
With her bright blue eyes.
She does not have chains.
She does not need them.
She never has.
She can dance on her own.
If she is to fall, she won't break.
She will stay strong.
We watch her…
And prey.
That she will come and save us, too.
That she can cut through the chains.
That she can stop us from falling,
Bring us peace.
And in the end…
She did.
I cried while I was writing this. I'm serious.
Really, when you think about it, all anyone must have consitered them as was puppets. And if one breaks, you throw it out and play with another one. It's a sad way to live.
At least they're free, now.
Ah, now I'm all sad...I should get to writing my other story while I'm still in the mood!
BYE!