Deimos the Reaper You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this long and lonely road to hell the throne must be such a sad and lonely place He wondered at the way other things dissolved; moving through the world within an abyss, within a streamlined detachment, until suddenly they flickered into nothingness. Was that how some had died? Was that how some had lived? Was it just a mere token of the void, to swallow and consume, sometimes in the clarity of light and sound, and sometimes in naught at all. Was he like that? Would he eventually just dissolve? He swallowed the pieces down, muffled a snort when she poked him in the chest again. “Then my heart should be very full.” So why did it always feel so cracked? So worn? So tired? So frayed? So exhausted? “Can I talk to you anywhere?” A head tilt, the notice of a painting waiting for him giving him the slightest pause. |
Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary
