sly torrent
I hurt a hundred men,
And a hundred women,
I hurt their souls,
I break their hearts,
I rip apart the joys of their lives,
Till they lay bare,
In the winters of life.
"Why?"
I am evil that's why.
Fear me, for you are next
In my glorious conquest.
I am the great architect of my realm,
I am great, I am brave, I am glorious, I am....
EVERYTHING
"I see no greatness, nor bravery, not glory but only....
Monotony"
What?
I have hurt a hundred men,
And a hundred women,
Not one of them,
The same way,
Not one of them,
The same face
It's but an art,
No canvas the same,
Nor the paint.
"Two hundred strokes of crimson hue,
But every line leads back to you.
The art is tired, the gallery small,
The same dark shadow on every wall
The method of your evil,
The delicate tapestries of your 'art',
The schemes you deliberately craft,
In the dark.
They are all but the same,
Wrapped in different frames,
For it's not the canvas,
And certainly not the paint,
That makes an art, not the same,
As those before it
But the purpose for which,
The brush was picked,
And you my friend...
Have only but one purpose."
Evil,
that's but my purpose
And that alone is worth a thousand intents.
"Evil, that's it,
That's all your purpose,
That is all your intent"
But....
But what of those good men,
Those the world reveres,
Those that they make great ballards about,
Those that are forever remembered and praised,
What good are they without me?
What purpose they have other than...
That being against me?
For I am great, I am brave, I am glorious, I am.... everything
"They are good,
Not because they are but characters in this tale of you,
But simply because they are the absence of what is you.
For good is not the absence of evil.
Good just is.
For what purpose, does good, do what it does?
There is none, they just be what they are.
And that...
Can never be monotonous, unlike you."
sweet cipher
tardy folio