Writings or whatever

Linking b/c size
Tomorrow's Dream

 

Spoiler: And so still

Atonement​

And surely one who defies shall suffer punishment equivalent to the severity of their crime.​

A castle is lavish by nature. 

Surely something of such beauty could contain only good, one might suppose. Yet within each such structure is a dungeon. Damp and cold and covered in moss. And within each dungeon are cells with bars and chains and manacles all wrought from the strongest metal. Currency is an object of leisure to one graced with such riches, it’s place in morality not fully defined.

Just as a blade can be used for good or bad, so can currency be used in different manners.

And just as a blade can be used for good or bad, so can a dungeon- and with both, no matter what, there will always be a hint of wrongness to it’s every use.

Despite the meaning behind it’s use, a blade inflicts harm.

Despite the meaning behind it’s use, a dungeon restricts one’s freedom.

Yet, equal punishment for an equal crime- One must have reason to be in a dungeon. Yet within these cells, you might take note, it does not take much effort to find those wrongly imprisoned.

Yet the word of a ruler is the word of the law.

And so still they must atone.

Corroboration​

It is only proper, only just, to have full evidence in all situations. One cannot make claim with information at it’s foundation.​

A ruler is corrupt by choice.

One act of injustice, you might be led to think of such a thing as an accident. Yet when such a thing becomes common- the rule, not the exception- then it’s no accident. Repetition on such a grand scale is done with purpose. It is done because one decides to do so.

At one time, the ruler might have been kind. Just. At one time, the dungeon may have been home to only those who deserved a place.

That time is not this one and it never shall be.

As long as the ruler stands, this land- this dungeon- will forever remain unjust, tainted.

Yet the word of a ruler is the word of the law.

And so still they must be wronged.

Impartiality​

The people of a land should all be considered equal. Each stands together, on a level plain.​

A warrior is repulsed by injustice.

It is one such individual’s duty to bear the brunt of the world’s abuse so others remain unscathed. It is one such individual’s duty to journey to the source and expel it.

Despite obstacles in one’s path, a warrior marches on. A castle lies ahead, a corrupt ruler within.

One must march on.

The guards raise their spears, it was expected that there would be so many.

One must march on.

Skin is cut away with ease and blood drips with no end.

One must march on.

The door creaks open. The warrior staggers within. The ruler raises a hand in friendly gesture. The warrior brandishes their sword.

The warrior is declared a criminal, more guards are called to enter. The guards and the warrior know each other. Each pawn in this room grew from the same fold, was taught the same principles by the same person.

Yet the word of a ruler is the word of the law.

And so still they must be killed.

Inexorableness​

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A warrior is destroyed by Moira.

They know it is wrong.

This should not be the way it ends.

The ruler speaks.

They have strayed from the path- They have expressed uncertainty in the law.

They know it to be wrong.

Yet the word of a ruler is the word of a god.

And so still they must remove themselves.

The tone/style/whatever of this whole thing was kind of influenced by the game Always Sometimes Monsters, so you have @CodastertheDisaster to thank for that, I guess.

 

Been trying my hand at Shakespearean sonnets- minus the iambic pentameter. So essentially just: octet + sextet + couplet and the AB-AB-CD-CD-EF-EF-GG rhyme scheme. This is my second one, thought it was pretty good:

Spoiler

A vow unavowed is a vow unbroken,
As a view unviewed is a view yet assailed;
A vow untested is a vow unspoken,
As a view unknown is a view kept veiled.
Thrice have yonder eyes of a youth yet bloomed,
Met eyes of nubility yet bespoken;
Words yet exchanged yet let thoughts be consumed.
A youthful breath thrice held is an idea loudly betoken,
A clumsiness of mind and body in full is sign of good case.
Let words be spoken if words have need,
If words move hearts and hearts spur words in grace,
Let words hold weight of their written creed.

Let the ties that bind be tied in fidelity,
If words be heart’s music then play further the melody.

That last line of the couplet is totally semi-inspired by Orsino's "If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die." at the start of Twelfth Night. (which is probably my favorite Shakespeare play, though I've only read two- that and Romeo and Juliet)

EDIT: wait, one is described as a "youth" and the other as having reached "nubility" did I just fucking-