Wa, I haven't submitted to this site in over a year.
It's about damn time I do, ne?
The cause of this madness falls on the door step
of (insert shameless plug) Cradle Of Filth's new
album 'Nymphetamine'. (Go find it NOW, now, now...)
Thus yes. Here is another letter of thoughts about his twin
by our (well at least my) favorite Ashford: Alfred!
I hope this is as liked as my other piece 'My One And Only'.
Before I forget; (monotone voice) I do not own Resident Evil
also known as BioHazard, nor do I own it's characters, nor do I own Capcom.
My heart and soul doth only know horror, sorrow, and failure.
Nightmares and daymares alike, taunt my sanity.
Like a puppet master they tug and yank my fragile strings.
Bringing me to a point I near feel I shunt return.
This constant Hell I live, but I live it for you and only you.
Many the time past where I came ever so close to the selfish act of suicide.
I'm always brought back to my senses though; to the renewed knowledge of my duty.
(Though I must confess. In the not so distant past,
I allowed my shaving razor to softly and swiftly kiss my Adam's apple.
That mark of shame, though faint to the naked eye, still remains.)
Once again our family name shall ascend above the rest.
Both you and I know that we are part way there.
We have created and brought to life things that
even the blackest of arts could only begin to fathom.
From dismal ruins we have rebuilt our destiny.
A destiny that I can all but taste on the tip of my tongue.
A great rebirth is shall be when your slumber is broken!
And only I shall be present to witness it.
And only I shall be present to fall to my face, so that I might
be so bold as to place kisses upon your sacred feet.
No longer shall we be mere twin siblings.
That lot shall be cast aside forever so that we may
take up the mantle of true regal highness.
The titles of 'Queen' and 'Goddess' they shall cry out to you in worship.
The ones too dirty to witness your beauty shall be cast into massive bonfires, or better yet; disposable objects of whimsy to appease our appetite for sport and game.
I shall humbly accept any position bestowed upon me.
Be it personal attendant, or dare I dream?
A King to rule by your side.
A King to keep our lineage pure and clean.
A King to take up arms and give shout the sound of bloody war.
A King to come home from victorious battle,
bestowing to you gifts of the heads of the enemy.
Alfred Ashford.
It's about damn time I do, ne?
The cause of this madness falls on the door step
of (insert shameless plug) Cradle Of Filth's new
album 'Nymphetamine'. (Go find it NOW, now, now...)
Thus yes. Here is another letter of thoughts about his twin
by our (well at least my) favorite Ashford: Alfred!
I hope this is as liked as my other piece 'My One And Only'.
Before I forget; (monotone voice) I do not own Resident Evil
also known as BioHazard, nor do I own it's characters, nor do I own Capcom.
My heart and soul doth only know horror, sorrow, and failure.
Nightmares and daymares alike, taunt my sanity.
Like a puppet master they tug and yank my fragile strings.
Bringing me to a point I near feel I shunt return.
This constant Hell I live, but I live it for you and only you.
Many the time past where I came ever so close to the selfish act of suicide.
I'm always brought back to my senses though; to the renewed knowledge of my duty.
(Though I must confess. In the not so distant past,
I allowed my shaving razor to softly and swiftly kiss my Adam's apple.
That mark of shame, though faint to the naked eye, still remains.)
Once again our family name shall ascend above the rest.
Both you and I know that we are part way there.
We have created and brought to life things that
even the blackest of arts could only begin to fathom.
From dismal ruins we have rebuilt our destiny.
A destiny that I can all but taste on the tip of my tongue.
A great rebirth is shall be when your slumber is broken!
And only I shall be present to witness it.
And only I shall be present to fall to my face, so that I might
be so bold as to place kisses upon your sacred feet.
No longer shall we be mere twin siblings.
That lot shall be cast aside forever so that we may
take up the mantle of true regal highness.
The titles of 'Queen' and 'Goddess' they shall cry out to you in worship.
The ones too dirty to witness your beauty shall be cast into massive bonfires, or better yet; disposable objects of whimsy to appease our appetite for sport and game.
I shall humbly accept any position bestowed upon me.
Be it personal attendant, or dare I dream?
A King to rule by your side.
A King to keep our lineage pure and clean.
A King to take up arms and give shout the sound of bloody war.
A King to come home from victorious battle,
bestowing to you gifts of the heads of the enemy.
Lo, until that time my beloved, I shall continue to fan the flame.
Ever humble and devoted,Alfred Ashford.