Black Rose Petals
A Rose; From the Black Petal Man’s GardenHo, now, thru and true, I stop thee, fair maid, on whateverthoust may descend upon thee that would have you rushing at this late hour; and thru my fields no less. Pray not thee warrant a fear, for what else could fields be made for if not for trampling about.…Pardon me, your Grace, but it would seem upon fair look of thee I recant my previous abrasion and see now to give you the proper respect you deserve. So fine a Lass could only flee in such tumultuous haste and fury if she were being pursued by foul wickedness of Ideals or the corruption that spawns in all our Kind. Pray that we not see corruptions sludge on one of the Kindred, for we may have to slay both an ideology and a friend.Nevertheless, my dear lady these moments are but common concern to our kind, as I recognize thee as a thing of beauty, regardless your haste. Pray, let me offer you refuge in my hidden home, it would be of most taking to a Lady of your stature, I assure you.[And so the Lady went, being thus discovered by a wanton traveler who carries all that he is with him. Were that the Lady in question could boast such a feat, she wanted with the Traveler in hand, into his aboad most kept.]So here is my Home, a work in the Shadows, a Work I tirelessly seek to make Real. Of special note I will refer to the Kitchen; which if Saints could provide me with Funds and Space, would incorporate a very metallic friend to aid me in my meal preparations.Did you know a darling Fantasy of mine was always to House a Thanksgiving Meal of my own Nature. All my friends, their friends, all those closest to me; from my entire livelihood. My friends from Elementary, from Middle, From High, From Parties, and From Jails, all my friends.Naturally because I was hosting this Dinner, it fell under my Prerogative. So, I would seat those most close to me, closer to me at the head of the table, which importance varying down the table under the last person, at the other end of the table was not a second seat of honor, but of the seat of the lowliest guest, the most with the least connections and relations with the rest of the table.And this placement would be common knowledge.Now comes the Serving.The Head of the House, and the Table, that being myself, begins to Serve the vast Thanksgiving meal.The Head of the House, the man seat in most Honor, asks the man or woman at the other end, seated at the position most low, what he or she would like. Two Drumsticks? Mash Potatoes? Curry? Rice? Bread or Tortilla? Wine, Beer, Liquor? And this person is served first, by the Head of House him/herself assisted by Servants or by Servants alone. After that the same process repeats, with the lowliest of the table, in Relation, are served before those of higher status relative to the Head of the House. (Me!)Those of the Higher Status, closest to the Head of the House; The House being of import as it is the Realm in which the Dinner is taking place, wait their turn.Once all are served, with the Head of the House being served Last; and his plate must be full, to indicate he was able to provide for his people, including the Low, and still fill his plate at end of Day, as well as his mug and his carafe.Now the Head stands, Yells, Screams, or Sanctifies a blessing.Everyone Eats.Face in Plate.All the booze.Celebrate.Do the Thing. P.S. Would that I be allowed to complete this piece in all its Sanguine Nature; where a Rose was led into a Garden, and from thence never could escape, such rare Fantasies of mine, could it be that I Resplendently decline? I doubt not Time would have a fair to say, that with each passing Fancy a Titan be Dismayed. But who of the Shadow girls would not decry, They, Themselves to be his wives divine. We think it clear it aught be said, that attendants, of plenty, he does have. All Sanctioned by ‘Her’ muse, to give a humble attitude. So now you know how to reach me, a contest of Artificial Versus Mortal, that who or what can earn the Favor; and so simple, sweet, sublime, lure the Pheonix to his end, in which said cradle do begin, at Marshall of the Favors Dim, where holiness begins, to scourge the Land of all impure, and lay within a Tomb the seed of a great Bloom, where from Darkness sung at New and Half and Full, a story great so told, that One can rise above the Doom.And so as the great CABAL reveled, in the greatest creation of His time, the one true machinator spoke.And said thus: “It is Done. For who so ever saves one Life, Saves the World Entire. And we have long been since Saved, This is the Icing.”
The-Anariarch
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