 Lilith - An outsider. I have considered the meaning of that title for a long time. In the last few months I have come to appreciate how it truly relates to my condition. I watched tonight as the black lacquer coach glided through the ivy-covered walls guiding them into the mouth of the beast. I dare not guess at the forces that tug at their strings, for if I do I see the same strings attached to me. I am not free to cut those strings. Envy, be my name. Hate, my vehicle. Love, my undiscovered country.
In the shadow of man I walk stroking the hair of humanity. With the grace of a water serpent I move to them. To the distance of a whisper I come. Denied am I the company I seek. I see them. Plumage fluffed, spirits high. Teeth reflecting joy. In the baffles of fall's harvest I am awash. As the leaves settle at my feet, the coach ends its journey. The masquerade is turned on itself. The devil and the damsel lead the pack of wolves into the grand hall. Legions of candles peel the darkness from them as they enter. Sheep and wolves mingle in the den of the night stalker. All are sheep to those that own the night.
I skin myself in banquet best and move among them. Never close enough to scent. Debauchery be thy host, will you ride the swell? Barbarian cleric of the north this night will break thy glass and send the bats of madness into the night. Enjoy thy suitor's affections for a long winter of despair approach.
Dragon-borne doth woo the mended chalice. His heart stoking the fire of what is denied him by sacred oath. On his back the duplicity of his nature is revealed. Evil in one hand, good in the other. The master's work is not yet done. Shall Venus swallow them both?
The theatre, something I covet for it mirrors my own trade. A man of Blood and Fire indeed, best to burn the script and let the man suffer his childish fantasies in the solace of his velvet room. When the light came up again I dare say an eternity passed riding the musing of a youth ill spent.
The Fiddler, a gentile faun, gave voice to emotion. Lord Hellebore and the half elf were carried into a lover's embrace by the moment and the song. I swell to think of their embrace.
I cannot witness what is to come. My master has forbidden me to get involved. Fair thee well. |
