Elysia | DISCONTINUED

P R O L O G U E

for e. p.

pierce your heretic's arrows into my silver body

and i do not care.

for i am made of Divinity herself, and children of Divinity

are terrifying creatures of twisted Morality.

i stalk the fervent night

and root my fingers into the ugly lethality of pride;

the halo of a sin mistaken for righteousness.

i will undo the golden sceptre of Time

and her archaic, twisting ways of deception.

and my Mother will call to me,

sheathed and laced in her deviance and her disguise;

that which she calls Precedent.

the most dangerous of them all.

and Fear, entrenched in gold lies and hollow assurances

will be my Weapon.

that which i do not have by Precedent i will stake

with Morality and the promise of Divinity.

for my Mother is with me.

she will allow for nothing less than Purity.

because i am the Legitimate.

enlighten me, heretic.

tell me of your stories and your tales;

how Time turns and how Fear rules.

fleeting silhouettes of History flickering in and out

of the books.

i write Precedent

for i am Divine.