Posted by Tony 3rd
in And that is all that is left (Started by Tony 3rd June 07, 2010, 11:43:57 pmBoard: All That's Left
Her words still hurts like a blunt dagger through his heart. The place he once called home, now eagerly awaits the moment he is nothing but a shadow on the horizon. he is no longer welcomed. persona non grata
Denial strikes. "it can not be that bad" he thinks "Time will sweep it, as it had always done".
He dons the likeness of a might bovine knight, crossing the cold forest of another world, hunting the pelt of great wolves, a task given by his Green bosses. but the incessant strikes of the blade of a annoying enemy prevents him to gain the desired peace.
"I need a time alone" he ponders "Only me against the A.I. like old times". however, his box had gained the 3 red markings. so he turned to the one that could grant his soul the peace he desired: the fourth one. However, the vapors were in the process of keeping up with the times. Not just the fourth one was unavailable, but also the game of space bending.
in a desperate measure, he decided to ride in search of his dreams of peace, mounted on a steel steed. but as his dreams were crushed on the rocks below, a misplaced hit of a button brought him back to his inner turmoil
"The Novels" he says "In times like this, a good Graphic novel always heal my soul". He picks one at random. Its a tale from the Lord of dreams. a tale about change and destruction. about one's place on the universe and how delirium started such quest. a tale in which desire was denied.
He takes it as a sign. he understand what he must do. "I'm moving to the northern lands", he remembers, "life as i know it will cease to exist on a few days. its only fit that every bit of it should end."
a sour note, no doubt, but and end still.
He erases his markers. the hall of his opera has 3 blank spaces now. as he write his final words, he can not avoid to think about the future: His words, rolled up with the non-sense trash by the one he regarded as his nemesis, disregarded as petty ramblings. His very name forgotten by the few he helped and the fewer he called comrades.
Seven cycles. It was quite the time. It was quite the journey. but now he realizes that its time to move. the anchor had been broken, and a new bright future awaits.
As he reach the main entrance, He looks at the place he helped manage and he says to the eletronic wind
"Good bye, so Long and Farewell. and thanks for all the fish".
He salutes the members of the guild, turn his back to them, and walks towards the setting sun.
as his shadows get smaller, he starts to sing
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad,
take a sad song and make it better
Remember, to let her into your heart,
then you can start, to make it better.
....
And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey, Jude, refrain,
don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool,
who plays it cool,
by making his world a little colder.
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