The title is from William Blake's poem, "The Tyger": "On what wings dare he aspire?/ What the hand dare seize the fire?"
in this age and era
where the weak gathered their wits
and seized control, lording over a throne
on a mountain of conquered foes that
we fought, not with violence or murder
but with words.
and it's funny how some say you must
force your way, fists and brawn when
it's so much easier with speech as our forte,
when you can guilt and beguile,
honeyed promises and sweet words until
they follow you into the pit of fire,
human
in the worst way possible.
mostly inspired by re-watching No Game No Life (wonderful anime with terrible fanservice) and reading fanfiction. Fanfiction about manipulation, mostly?
