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The Fire Rises: Bane WIP

The Fire Rises: Bane WIP

Sunday, November 20, 2011 Saturday, September 3, 2011
“…the path has come to its untimely finish. Beneath the cliff face lies a horrible abyss, but I do not dare to save myself.
Similarly,  she - Catherine, that is to say - witnessed the atrocity.  With it far  too much to bear, she committed herself to facial  evisceration.  Cauterizing the eyes, and wrenching her jaw so that her  screams may echo  forever.
When life has seen the lifeless endOne may fall too great to mend.”Attached was a post-script:
“P.S. heed my words if spreading fear. Judging times are drawing near.”
And so concludes the letter from a dear friend Charles.
(http://alexchris617.deviantart.com/art/Catherine-Wife-of-Charles-281467523)

“…the path has come to its untimely finish. Beneath the cliff face lies a horrible abyss, but I do not dare to save myself.

Similarly, she - Catherine, that is to say - witnessed the atrocity. With it far too much to bear, she committed herself to facial evisceration. Cauterizing the eyes, and wrenching her jaw so that her screams may echo forever.

When life has seen the lifeless end
One may fall too great to mend.”

Attached was a post-script:

“P.S. heed my words if spreading fear.
Judging times are drawing near.”

And so concludes the letter from a dear friend Charles.

(http://alexchris617.deviantart.com/art/Catherine-Wife-of-Charles-281467523)

Wednesday, August 31, 2011
continuing his letter, my dear friend Charles wrote to me:
“In time, I come to understand my repugnant spawn; a heartless exploiter of fame and wealth. He stands before me, at the side of the winding path. William is the name of the man, but the son in my home is not mine. And so, before I display my decrepit image, I shall make an example of him.
His head becomes twisted as his thoughts. His heart becomes full of the holes it bears. And much similar to my own, hollow becomes his skull.
When pleasure exceeds the will to shareViolent means become burden to bear.”

continuing his letter, my dear friend Charles wrote to me:

“In time, I come to understand my repugnant spawn; a heartless exploiter of fame and wealth. He stands before me, at the side of the winding path. William is the name of the man, but the son in my home is not mine. And so, before I display my decrepit image, I shall make an example of him.

His head becomes twisted as his thoughts. His heart becomes full of the holes it bears. And much similar to my own, hollow becomes his skull.

When pleasure exceeds the will to share
Violent means become burden to bear.”