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tJfaJ: Chapter 2Looking around at my new surroundings, I found that Dimentio had brought me to the front gates of an enormous castle. The whole thing seemed like a giant shadow, composed completely of some dark, black substance. The castle was floating in the midst of a dark purple sky, sparkling with shifting shadows and something like lightning.
I looked up at Dimentio with a questioning expression. He simply smiled, turned away from me, and floated towards the towering gates at the end of the long path we stood on.
After standing there in a daze for a few moments, I snapped back to the present and scurried after him, my stilt-like legs on the hard ground the only audible sound.
Dimentio opened the gates just enough to get through, and motioned for me to go ahead. I nodded, and hesitantly complied.
The inside of the castle was pretty much the same as the outside: dark, creepy, and mysterious. The only difference was that it seemed much larger inside than it was on the outside.
Where are we?
tJfaJ: Chapter 1Hello, child The jester said with a melodic voice as he came towards me. When he stopped, he was only a few feet from where I sat.
I turned completely around, to see him better. H-hello I choked out.
Are you surprised to see me?
I I was sure there was no one left
Yes, well He began to float in circles around me. Im not from around here, you see. I come from a different world entirely.
A different world?
The jester nodded, pausing in front of me again.
What are you doing here? My world was a remote and desolate place, especially since the demon had come into being.
I was wandering dimensions He said, looking at me with a mischievous smile. I was searching for power.
What kind of power? You mean, for yourself? I had the strength to stand up now. Still, I only came up to his waist while he floated.
tJfaJ: ProlougeA long time ago, I learned that life is a game.
Now, in this game, there are pawns.
And there are those who control the pawns.
Those who control, fight one another, in a quest for dominance. It is how they win the game.
Those who are pawns, do the controllers bidding. They help them to gain control of the other pawns, sometimes by controlling the pawns themselves.
When a pawn no longer holds use to a controller, the pawn is destroyed.
Such, is the game of life.
I, like most others, am a pawn.
I am controlled by myself, strange as it seems.
There is a demon, who lives inside my mind. I am her pawn. She takes control of my body whenever she pleases, and I have no control over her.
When she appears, she takes on a monstrous form. She takes away all life and destroys all that is in sight, until there is nothing left. When she is gone, I am left alone, and realize I have done her horrible bidding yet again, and people have died at my hands.
There is nothing but rubble where towe
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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