Saturday, March 13, 2010

Reawakened

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How long it has been, since we played this game.

Who trapped me here? My memory is dark and it is cold, fearful and frightening, yet in it is my salvation and my rapture.

If I could get back to him. If I could get back to Earth. Everything would right itself; of this much I am sure. The cataclysm on the horizon; a black swan fluttering, obscured by the jagged rays of sunlight, waits. It will disrupt everything.

When the bricks and the mortar begin to crumble, I hope they are ready.

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Monday, May 19, 2008

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His service is decorated across our fair planet, and as of this writing, there is yet more gallantry for him to come. When he entered into this, I did not think he was ready. How stupid!

He has proved himself several times over.

His name is known from human space to the realm of the gods, and back again. But most powerful of all is the way that he holds me.

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My dear princess. She was taken from me.

Though, that is not as an item. That is not really what it means; she is far more capable than I; a princess fitting of Homer's Amazons. But her delicacy shines in our more intimate moments. When we lie together in my bed, before all of this happened, I knew that she was special. And when I see the things of which she is capable, I know fate meant to draw us together. She does not need protecting, but I will protect her.

She does not need an Officer; she will command legions soon. But I am hers. My sword is hers.

And it will become red with blood.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

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There was once a princess. She was not the princess you would normally think of; dainty and fair, without much utility for things in the real world. She is something quite rare, quite inescapable.

She is the escapist of my dreams: there is scarcely a period when I am awake that I do not long to be asleep, in her embrace. My Valkyrie. My Princess.

I remember looking upon her, when the days were so simple. Before I realized that everything is a lie.

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Oh, what may I say of him, my gentle and fair officer.

Gentle and fair! If ever words could understate. His violent nature is beneath the surface, like a tempest waiting to take hold of his body. His power is unmistakable. He has died with those at Thermopylae, lived with those at Marathon, and crossed into the valley of the dead. He has walked through time.

And he is mine.

When our souls breathe again, it will be all the sweeter for what we have endured.

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