Digignome

i. When you were a child, we would sit on the porch to talk about your day. And sometimes, we would find a dead bird, or a frog on there. And you would ask me about death and why it happens, looking at the poor creature in my hands, its life cut short and touch it tenderly. I would always say the same thing. Nothing is meant to live forever, my dear. ii. The school called me in on your twelfth birthday and asked if I had known how clever you were, that your test scores were the best in the state. They asked me if I knew I had a genius child on my hands who grew bored easily in class and tended to distract others in his classroom, sometime

She dances with fire, a dragon in tow. Twirling with flames; graceful and slow She dances tonight, in a city of ash. Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash. Quietly mourning, as time goes by; Where once she beheld a home in her eyes... Yet naught but the barest of bones remain, And so she dances, to soothe the pain.

And so it has come to this. The great hero stands poised, Sword pointed at the demon king. It is the stuff of legends is it not? Yet, my objective is already complete. For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales. Think about it, if indeed you can: Today you'll kill me, And raise my head before a baying crowd. You'll show your acquisition proudly And the people will welcome you. In the first weeks, There will be feasts and festivals. Dancing and debauchery. All to celebrate the hero's victory. And then? Then you'll become a king, And eventually an emperor. You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality. A