(Nyx to Erebus)
Let her think me wicked and keep me
like an Enemy, closer than comfort.
Strife will stir without my hand, &
in truth,
I have no taste for apples or their
turning--though I may take a little
thrill in the Chaos caused in their
wake. That gold was stolen long ago
and I'll not weep for it now,
no matter what price you are
made to pay. Darkness is not
known to break, even as Fate
scrapes her naked blade against
his tenebrous thread, trying to
tug it like a leash--so let her
play. She may think herself
Inevitable, brother, but I
am the Night who bore her &you
my lover, children of the Void
knowing no difference between
genesis and Death, between no
and yes. We preceded Destiny,
and Doom and Dawn descend
by our breath.
9/25/2007