In the dark—in the night—
There's a flickering red stain—
'Neath my eyes, on my hands
It speaks of centuries of pain—
Loyalty—I have known
Just what loyalty will pay—
My family has groaned
In their loyal way
For years.
.
There's no grey, nor yet white
But there is always red to see
Running deep, in my veins
And available to me—
Turned to rusty brown,
It flakes from dusty walls
Spilt from the bodies
Of such very loyal men
For years.
.
Toothless dogs yet may bite
When they've at last been betrayed
This is not the red of blood
But the deeper red of rage—
Slaved for a dead crown
In our foolish faithful way—
Let the king, on his throne
Feel the rage which has built up
For years.
.
You will see—
You will fail—
In the depth of your despair—
You are red—
Red of blood—
In the dark—
Flickering…
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To Ky:
Besides the normal "I hope you liked this", I would like to say two things—one, that you needs must give your stories a chance of existing. While it is very possible some of your stuff is dysfunctional, I doubt that most of it is—in fact, I doubt that any of it is. (poke) Thou needeth an ego.
And thank you for all the terrific things you have done. Which I shall not name, because that can be extremely embarrassing… (glomps)
-Ethelflaed-
P.S. For some reason, I now have "Funeral March of a Marionette" running through my head. Foolish song…