I am an ensanguined cloud, cracked with pink lightning erupting with thunderous aplomb.
I am the blood red dream you thought had finally ended.
I am the cloying scent of incense and infection sleeping beneath a bloody bandage.
I am battle, strife, a collection of old bones to set upon your shelf.
I am the wind whispering lies by firelight
I am the steel in your hand as your strength ebbs.
I am deception, intrigue, and the desire to do harm.
I am the oil boiling above the gates
I am the boot leather your sons and daughters ate during the siege.
I am the rats you had prayed you might find.
I am the unforgiving crescent moon that mocks you when you sleep.
I am the fool.
I am the king.
I am the dungeons where you ate your last meal.
I am the gutters through which your blood ran when they had your head.
I am the gelid rain that drenched the buzzing crowd of onlookers.
I am you.
I am evil.
I am good.
I am what you make me.
I am that which hides in the realm beyond the shadows.
I am a bloated stomach, sick with hunger.
I am a vomitous noble, sick with drink.
I am his upturned drinking horn.
I am the puddle of mead.
I am the villain.
I am the hero.
I am words writ in red ink and sealed with black wax.
I am the waning thunderstorms of brooding introspection.
I am here.
I am gone.
I am a world unto myself for I am all that man seeks.
I am all that man loves and fears.
I am heart.
I am hate.
I am keen guile.
I am gone from this mind and looking beyond a sea of tangible grief.
a sea of tangible grief except that I am not at all.
I am not at all.
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