The Void

enraged duo

You don't seem to get me
Oh!you don't seem to get me either

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A game too well played.None was the villain in their own eyes.Each too self righteous to realise the destruction the other was prone to.In the heat of the moment,wrath would rain on the counterpart.They were their own stumbling blocks to a reasonable communication.Turn taking in stabbing each other was so perfect that one would think it was orchestrated.

None wanted to hurt.
Neither wanted to feel the impact
Things that mattered were left unsaid while those that killed were carelessly spat.To cause pain to the other drove their anger to unreasonable heights and with it grace was dragged down to greater depths.

Time would  definitely come for if
onlys but as for now the rift had been made.Man had turned against his lady friend or should I say foe in this case?Once lovebirds now deathtraps.King and queen with a broken union of a marriage.Lord and lady of Stumpstead-Warren and Zoelah.

The kingdom missed war noughts.A semblance of peace would visit them but they never seemed to enjoy it as they kept you wondering how long it would last. Oil and water they were interchangeably.The alpha male or in this case female would trample on the other then deceivingly smile for the multitude.

What a blast!

"Warren you don't look at me no more. I didgust you don't I?"

"Zoelah, oh Zoelah what would make you come up with such nonsense!"

"But you keep on thinking of her."She countered.

"Are you in my mind to know what I think." The anger was slowly growing in lord Warren's fatty chest.To think he had adored her once.Oh how things change.He could hardly stand her.What had once seemed appealing,repulsed him.

Were it not for the kingdom rather his greed for power he would have fled and jumped into the arms of his mistress-that is if he found her.As for Zoelah,she could continue babbling as long as she kept herself pretty.After all it did a man,a king at that, justice if he got himself an admirable woman.

So on and on they went.Her bickering matched his growls and snorts.Behind closed doors the servants started talking.Hushed were the rumours of the royal household falling.Stumpstead was entering some era of uncertainty but as always the inhabitants would forget.So scared to lead they were that the blindly offered their servitude to any one who would take the reigns.Truly, oblivion and ignorance would lead to their death but they didn't seem to mind it one bit.

Cowards and cows, rhymer's best friend.Thrice the fulfiller of wishes and three tis resemble.Food, darling food to the crows.

Zoelah had lost to some servant.Warren had been quick to fall for some servant.Well played Gaea,well played.Not so many would agree but hierarchy was interesting when messed up with.

Maids cleaned the floors white,knights bled their blades,cooks cooked up some more, smiths crafted,scribes stuck to their pens, marking each wake in Stumpstead.Soon it would be history and other scribes would scribble some other era.Who would stop the timeless cycle?

No one could,but they could choose which part of the cycle they would dance to.

Rage.A catalyst all familiar.Its energy was mind blowing.It could bend,twist,bend again then break another's will.Rage could burn not only the victim but also the vengeance thirsty villain.This type of anger was capable of so much more.Use it's power and it would definitely consume like some wildfire.Zoelah and lord Warren would understand that someday but as for now, burn.

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The two children skipped about.Their blood royal but that didn't even matter now, someday it probably would.Brother and sister would fight for an illusion of power.Its intoxicating stench wrapped up in vials of greed,control and cowardice.Life was simply beautiful for the little rascals.Their big innocent eyes wandering about as they played fetch with the royal guard.Aye!you had me right.He would run and fetch the sticks they threw.Then it was just but a game, however, someday it would mean a whole lot more.

Beau and Heather would have their rivalry.It would start with a cake, then a mini carriage and before even they knew they would start grabbing and digging in where they did not sow.If only there was some golden goose granting wishes, people would not have to suffer in the hands of others.Anyway who said life was ever fair?

"Beau! I want him to fetch my stick first."

"No way Heather am the boy here."Beau snorted.

"But mother said I could also command...this is not fair.you so mean."

"Would you please just decide your majesties?" The forty eight year old man  chided.

And the sticks were thrown simultaneously.The man running after them while wondering which he would pick up first.If only gravity would levitate one and make the choice.Absurdity is what I would call this whole 'play' still it did happen right? Tiny Angelica saw her father working rather humiliated.His exasperation would stick in her mind.The notion of forgiveness and that of vengeance were worlds apart.
Angel dear,what would yours be?

Seeds,they feed as we feed
One brown another green
All in due time
All in due time

The man did pick a stick at a time,the game did go on but something changed.Rage was planted in one-maybe two of the three kids.Till then, charades would be played.After all they were just children with quick ever changing memories?

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Love J...