Death's
Desire /
Consider
this disclaimed.
Death was what he wanted.
( Too young to die. )
Young as they were young. Old as they were old.
( I wish you'd never been born. )
Death was what he wanted.
Death like rebirth. Death like the casket of his bones. Death like Isis and Hestia's sacred fire, the floral wreath of her hair burning up the altar and the sacrifice until their hearts have swallowed his heart and he is fire, fire, fire and buried somewhere deep within the chasm cindering away.
( Tell me why you came here. )
The last of his powers rippling into nonexistence, flowing back into the void to be disgorged again as something new.
Something wiser.
( I came to find you. )
Will I die? Will I die? Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Will I?
( I wish I'd never met you. )
Death was what he wanted.
Forget me, Ryuhou. Forget us.
( You never meant anything to me.
It was all a game.
Please just leave.
Please just leave me. )
And he always got what he wanted.
( I'm not sorry. )