12-23-2020, 09:16 PM
FATHER TIME
✯ — remember the taker
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Something was different. Something was evolving, moving, breathing through venerable lungs. A visitor was approaching the border of Tanglewood, and he certainly wasn't a stranger to the domain. Father Time moved through interlaced vines and spindly Cypress groves with the ease of an evening stupor. Tendrils of frigid air seeped through the cavities in his ivory mask, and not a hint of daylight dared to magnify his presence under the dense canopy. It was a pity that something so rotten was shrouded behind his ethereal disguise, but the world tends to be filled with rotten things regardless. Rather than spend his nights coercing the locals or dispersing his supply of nefarious artifacts, Father Time simply slept. He didn't remember when it began or why, but the once maleficent beast had retreated into a phase of impermeable slumber. Perhaps it was the prolonged isolation, or the dominance he failed to achieve over others, but at some point the creature had lost his direction.
While he woke up weaker than he was before, a devious ember still blistered within his soul. Perhaps his wicked ambitions were still waiting for his return, perpetuated by the ones he regarded as inferior. Father Time refused to acknowledge the inexplicable weakness that encumbered his vigor, or its gradual influence over his mind. He would never rely on others for security, at least, he would never truly admit that to himself. So then, what brought him back to Tanglewood's doorstep? To put it simply, he was borrowing time.
But eventually, everyone runs out of time.
While he woke up weaker than he was before, a devious ember still blistered within his soul. Perhaps his wicked ambitions were still waiting for his return, perpetuated by the ones he regarded as inferior. Father Time refused to acknowledge the inexplicable weakness that encumbered his vigor, or its gradual influence over his mind. He would never rely on others for security, at least, he would never truly admit that to himself. So then, what brought him back to Tanglewood's doorstep? To put it simply, he was borrowing time.
But eventually, everyone runs out of time.
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maybe there's a fever burning on the inside. waiting for the demons to come and lick the tears dry. but i'm still begging for the pale sugar water, eyes lazy for the truth. am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter? does your god believe in you? maybe i'm a total wreck, so drain my blood until there's nothing left.
MAYBE I WON'T REPENT. LIVE A LIE AND LET THE VULTURES IN.