A Sordid Venge

Annus-Dominus Vance, Prince-Mancer rhymes:

 

Withdrawn mind, he paces daily:
  Bleaker aire burns whence he stands:

 

Dark havoc soul, long silent dance!

 

Restless brooding, chained-sent, howls:

 "I'll bide in palace lands!"

 

Zero Move in garrison: a seeming-cry,

"YOU WON'T ADVANCE!"

His soul promises he'll keep;
striding thousand-Hexes in sleep,


Sere-gaze trance with no surrender;
nor slumber when still;


Map dream-urge; his rage form-render:
Murder, for a crown; his kill:


Erf, bending to his will - in reaps:



Peace by vengeance may bring the end.

Not through love, but through revenge.


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Inhuman will: that force en-scene.

 

Offspring of the deathless soul,

Hewed its way to any goal;

Through walls of granite intervened.

 

Was not impatient in delay,

As one that understands,

When spirit rises,

It commands!


Fate is ready to obey.

 


- epigraphs writ of Vance: Traitor to the Side and Deus Rex, Comet Fragment.
 

♦ ~ ♦ ~ ♦

 

Vance, Prince and Caster, in his first turns, slew five of six brothers - a succession bid reckless, costing tongue and freedom. Popped without Loyalty, unwilling to marry, poison to diplomacy - garrisoned in a winter palace remote from Side activity, as if deliberately forgotten: only his father's neglected administration forestalls disbandment.

 

(Yet tales like that do not end easily.)

 
Vance feels the tug of a faint call one turn

 

Unspools memory: flickering detail blooms and colors swirl in his mind:

of pompous books, read in the library of his hated station - older, more candid tomes;

and a story hinted at by inference: that his side holds an origin myth -

 

(It stopped his feral pacing, as usual alone, in place:

He composed poetry, dictating in the silent voice of the orator.)

 

- King-suppressed heresy in latter turns, that which came to him unbidden.

 


    - - -

Of -

 

A shard, half buried in dirt, torn from comet-mother -

exploding with new heat.

 

Fell Life, innate Mancy - yet hating Life and Freedom:
So bitter in trap: heavy its grounding.

 

Barbarians, unlucky followers of a brute named 'Loss':
He, offered crown and capital site for service, for secret prices:
His vicious misrule of the tribe, made many: for star shard's pleasure.

 

King Loss, brought down, to its mild disappointment.

 

A new leader! - distant hexes summoned by a dark voice,
Cruelty downfall: a cycle from Titans' time.

 

A sly, sadistic successor; a foolish Caster's love -

Strong enough to see his future - yet not hers.

 

 

A King sending to his tribal allies:

for a sword with Mancy to cleave a bond - a sacrifice.

 

A sword held proud; Signs make the King fat;
With too-red cheeks: neglecting all but pleasure.

 

A trapped star finally forgotten - a city in flourish.

 

A name:

Deus Rex.
 

 - - - - - - -

 

A voice distant, old as stories - red as rust, dry as sundered loss - harmonizes with his Thread given to the Magic.  He fancied it real enough to speak to: his mad intuition, richly rewarded.

 


 

Memory -  I. Against All Things Ending



(When a Meteor Red and Left To Die On Winter Beckons... thee Recipie ys this:)



’Come here, now...  refresh my wedding
With the ground

I 'VENGE FOREVER, round
Small, womb-severed - proud, fettered.’

In "pop", I lanced; dissevered
HEX FROM HEX! -  now simmer, vexed.’


 Text: a voxelated whisper: "next. . "
For blood-trials, crowns: reality found in war's dispel. 
  

’My form's scream: "FEAR":
Founding sites stained: verse numbers curses


I, Deus Rex sum FIRST:’ 

 

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Memory - II. Deus Rex' Mantra

 


'BLOODTHIRST..' - feed my ache? -

Coagulate
: DESIRE, WRITHING -
for my ire-rites?

 

I'm writing icy; are your eyes blind?
Still see; alight-with-fire sky,
AI!

 

 I.



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Mancy - III. A Murmured Response



It is recognized to be the case;
However: Kingship is my Fate.


Ah - your strange words
May be counsel to my "betters".

However, one cannot be left

To fend - for oneself, it's
 A cold way to this end - or with
A girl, or with a chef's knife.


One, a second son of court
Have never truly known the sun
Have never been allowed to run
One bides, waiting for:


Kingship... that deadly Fate

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Heard that Predicta-girl gave once
 A sly word, and Titansword
To a lord (a boy): oh, then he flew.

"My King", "Father"; if him one knew
One would beg a question: "Why?"


He! A dreamer, Titans-blessed - one mourns!
And that one yet yearns for Deus Rex.

Straight fights, one cannot win again
Though one's the second son because:


Heh - popping seventh wasn't fun;
  But one never held gold tongue again.


Nor held advantage in time's race:
Twin non-combat specials do not rate.


King's consort, "Queen", she's feral bitten
As she gave me, too, to fetters.

Well, all now know: one's reft
A mind torn by war n' winds:
It feels as if a toxic sieve,


Yet one ever knew one's strife.

 

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I stop in place,

mind-talking, caught


Your presence turns me:

overrun.


I lift my head;

but am not proud


I know what I am waiting for -


Kingship is my bitter Fate.


I heard a time

you suffered not to live

a bird:

 

any Titanspawn a toy:

then you withdrew.



I sing to you.

Of if I met you, dim

 


With heat,

before neglect did cause

 

 

[BE SILENT!]

 

This rend-mind caress,

I am torn


Here, Deus Rex,

you would be gold. 



And

 

I would admire you,

th[r]ough all hate


Were in your gaze:

 

I am croaking here,

would walk again

 


No cooling skin;

gifts of strife, might:

just fine

 


A holy cause,

unholy wars,

teach gore to run

 

(though we're G+)



They took my tongue,

but you can hear me.


I know not my soul,

but we still feel things.

 

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and / LET / we / US / might / NOW / JUST / FIND / OUR / SOUL.

 

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Symbiosis - IV. REQUIEM.

 


Gemini twins in rage n' Fate,
Who dares t' say: "You shall [not] a.d.vance"?

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In blood wedding, we dance -
We instrumentals, seizing chance.

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Peace by vengeance brings the END.
Not through love, but through revenge.