Uh oh, we’re back to the creepy side of this series… Ah well, it is supposed to be twisted after all.
That and I think I’m never going to get seasons done…
Once upon a time… no…
It was a time of war, where blood reigned and power was sought. Battles drew long and the earth grew red.
In a land far, far away- no, that’s…
It is here, in this place we call home. This place that we all thought was safe. This home that has been ripped and torn, crumbled and crushed, all of it beneath the foot of gluttonous ambition. Machinations of a fool’s errand.
There lived a beautiful princess…That’s not right!
There was the Witch, the witch who frightened; the witch who cried. The witch with skin the shade of the sickly moon.
With long, golden hair… no no no!
Her hair was the colour of spilt ink on a desk with splintering wood…
And precious blue eyes- no, never!
A witch whose eye has been taken, gouged by a frightful being, by the sword that makes new warriors stand with pride…
She lived with the King, a fair and gentle king.
No! The ruler is brutal, the ruler cruel. He pushed for war, and war was given. This war that took and took and took without giving anything back.
And a kind mother, the Quee- It lies! All of it!
The queen is dead, dead and dead again by the swords of an assasin’s art. Mother she never was, daughter never had. King’s blade, through her heart.
Within a palace, contructed from marble.. That was burned! Everything was-!
Wander, the witch did, with mud in her boots and rot drawing ever near, remains of glory trailed.
The people were ha- WHO WOULD SAY THAT?
The people suffer, the poor starve, the warriors cut, the rich falling to the silent blade. There was no time to hate, no time to love, no time to live…
Nothing, but to die.
Apparently, I can get arrested for writing this type of stuff…