Changeling
*Robyn goes to her home and the gallery and removes every stich of painting that had anything to do with drew. She then takes all of this to the mase and starts a fire in the hearth below where his wepons are stored, spitting on these treasures, then cuts her hand and lets it bleed into the fire for a moment and starts burning all these images, speaking these words as she does so*
For your fire that I should not have touched but the flame held a beauty I could not deny.
The lies you told us and the harm you put us through.
For the innocent you killed in your selfish toils.
You cared not for what was right of the dreaming but what you found easy to follow.
The path of destruction that left innocence broken and torn
You killed sacred love for something more tangible
For the rapes of our minds, bodies and souls
The breakage of our dreams you felt the need to use in order to build us up in your image
You likened yourself to a god where now you dwell among demons.
You did woo only to save yourself
You shamed everything around you and tainted things made only for dreamers and not your warped ambitions and schemes
Rot in your own filth you disgusting piece of the dream
The little boy afraid to be a man without harming everything he touched
Making your green hills turn rancid and dark with taint and filth
Swim in this sea of misery that you created.
Your subjects now stronger then you ever will be and it was from your mistakes that we learned, not your successes… for you had none
Like a wounded, rabid animal you fled this world only to take something from us all
We pick up these pieces and erase you from these moments because you are a nothing
Born of high blood only to spoil it
Take with you this agony you left.
Leave nothing behind you crafter of lies.
Feel the wrath that you created.
*she contiues to speak these words as she burns the immages, feeding this passion glammor, her eyes like tiny storms her voice full of anger though the words are spoken almost at a whisper.*
For your fire that I should not have touched but the flame held a beauty I could not deny.
The lies you told us and the harm you put us through.
For the innocent you killed in your selfish toils.
You cared not for what was right of the dreaming but what you found easy to follow.
The path of destruction that left innocence broken and torn
You killed sacred love for something more tangible
For the rapes of our minds, bodies and souls
The breakage of our dreams you felt the need to use in order to build us up in your image
You likened yourself to a god where now you dwell among demons.
You did woo only to save yourself
You shamed everything around you and tainted things made only for dreamers and not your warped ambitions and schemes
Rot in your own filth you disgusting piece of the dream
The little boy afraid to be a man without harming everything he touched
Making your green hills turn rancid and dark with taint and filth
Swim in this sea of misery that you created.
Your subjects now stronger then you ever will be and it was from your mistakes that we learned, not your successes… for you had none
Like a wounded, rabid animal you fled this world only to take something from us all
We pick up these pieces and erase you from these moments because you are a nothing
Born of high blood only to spoil it
Take with you this agony you left.
Leave nothing behind you crafter of lies.
Feel the wrath that you created.
*she contiues to speak these words as she burns the immages, feeding this passion glammor, her eyes like tiny storms her voice full of anger though the words are spoken almost at a whisper.*