Note: Just a short poem, by no means as long as Infinity, but just an idea I couldn't get out of my head (as always!). Takes place sometime after the alleged 'KFC' murder which was mentioned in Lessons, which will be written about in Her Burning Heart in the forthcoming chapter. I'm getting slightly worried though, as I seem to be creating a whole mythology around Revenant (and of course Lilia!). With a bit of luck, the next chapter of Her Burning Heart, and the concluding chapter of A Hole In The Head should be here soon! (I hope!)
A DROP OF STALE WATER FROM THE LATE ROSE
a Hannibal poem by JetNoir
Thirsting for blood, and thirsting for flesh,
I should kill you where you stand,
Monster,
Nightmare.
My Revenant.
We seem to have evolved,
The modern-day Vampyres,
We kill to live,
And to feed.
The thirst that drives us,
And our contempt for the world,
I curse these bones and thoughts,
That make me who I am.
You have returned,
To slay me for my wrong.
I killed you, kill you, and will kill you again.
And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the night,
I see our evil,
Yours and mine, whenever
I close these weary eyes of mine.
I pray for release,
I pray for freedom,
I pray for you, my thoughts,
But no one cares to listen.
So renews the cycle, redux, ad infinitum.
As I kill and kill again.
My Revenant.
My life.
As a drink deeply, a drop of stale water, from the Late Rose.
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