Novel Allen
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What is a wall but enslaved stones!
If walls could talk, they would sing for you this lovely song, sung by the VAMPYR, while sitting atop my form: "Twelve dreams for the Red Queen under crown of stone. Eight voracious beasts born from eight restless nights. Four nails piercing the flesh of the sinner. One prayer for the summoned called by this song. 'Tis perhaps the countdown to oblivion, for the once proud city of London. 'Tis perchance her inhabitants last dance, alone to face death and pestilence. Confronted by the eerie and unknown, mortals became desperate for answers. A flock's flight makes for an omen, the falling of a star a dire presage. Turning to priests for interpretation when there was no reason to be found. When religion failed, men turned to science. I saw them build such vain cities, crafting machines made for endless war. New questions flourished as old answers withered. What is darkness but lurking sun? What is a wall but enslaved stone? What is glass but tortured sand? What is song but a call to arms? What is hate but jilted love? What is life but Death pending! Since the apple was plucked from the sacred tree, mortality was believed to be God's punishment. A righteous snare to keep mankind from ascending to the stars. They were all so wrong. Death is not a wicked thing, nor some holy retribution. A true punishment would be to never know it's sweet kiss. Awaken from the harshness and be born once more". (From Vampyr Video Game 2018).
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
Thief of time
Life is a facade Nothing is what it seems, time Is an illusion
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Heliotropism, Sunflowers and Moonflowers
If walls could talk of the wonderous beauty that surrounds them, that changes with the seasons, and brings us sunflowers in the summertime. Although encased in stone, mortar and concrete, we rather look forward to seeing the world in beautiful shades of glorious wonder. I would speak of the lovely flowers which share a joyful smile with me, especially in the bright sunshine when the world comes alive with much excitement, children playing, beaches filled with happy faces, and birds of every species cawing delightfully overhead.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction