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I hate living without you, Dead wrong to ever doubt you, But my demons lay in waiting, Tempting me away, Oh how I adore you, Oh how I thirst for you, Oh how I need you, Comatose, I’ll never wake up without an overdose of you…
"Comatose", Skillet
Rise
"And when the scars heal, pain passes, As hope burns, We rise from the ashes. Darkness fades away, and the light shines on a brave new day. Rise. Tonight we rise. Rise. Rise in revolution." - Rise; Skillet
Dear Ghost, This song gives me chills every time I hear it…make no mistake I make it a point to listen to it often as Viktoria does when she writes the Saga. It unintentionally reflects some of my situation. I’m no hero, Ghost, I am ill fitted for the role, I know…but I was chosen and I am nothing but incorrigibly stubborn enough to rise to the occasion…
Yours, Genesis Aquila, War Prince of The Seventeenth Legion, Crowned Sovereign and Harbinger of the Rebellions
Ancient mariner in a sea of sand, The burning beauty his tomb to die for. May he now rest under aegis of mirage, as the sands slowly turn to Elysian Fields…
"Sahara" Nightwish
Lost in winter
I'm lost again into this icy eternity of winter, so far from the Sun, fire of your touch, makes me die to feel alive...
Summer's Prophtess
Chazona…such sass in every elegant movement, a promise of pleasure beyond comprehension, with a beauty that is the very essence of exotic. To speak of her, the Summer’s Prophetess is to describe sheer and seizing perfection. To see her face so studiously, to see the delicate features made of a porcelain hand crafted by Citlali herself is a luxury afforded to very few. There is an ocean in her eyes that allures me in and bids me to explore every depth. Fragile with hidden danger let no mistake be taken…I am transfixed, intoxicated, left to wonder if she, despite her silence, is my nightingale…if she will sing for me, if she can synchronize to my synthetic heart…
Into deception
I do not belong. This is a simple truth I have grown to accept years ago, before even I was made a hybrid. The transition to part human, most of machine has simply clarified and solidified what I already knew about myself. I am a master of deception, my love, my ghost, my...nightingale; after all I have learned from the very best. I am shadows and darkness and you...you are my light. You, though I know not even your name, are my salvation. You see only of my what I allow you to see. Perfection is deception. I am not a dream for you to perceive as your own. I am a nightmare. And when I am not what you want me to be I cannot help but fear that your love for me will cease to exist...but I need you, I need you to see the beast beneath the beauty and live on the grasping anticipation that you will still find my worth saving...worth loving. I need know you would still love me if you could glimpse as the metal underneath, at the cold machine they have created me to be. I am reaching for you, screaming for you to release me. Assuage me, my ghost, sing for me my nightingale so that I might feel again, so I might find comfort in the oceans of your eyes and the belonging in your heart...
"Eagle in the eternity of the stars...."
Aquila in aeternitate astra...
Eagle in the eternity of the stars
I'm here on the edge again, I wish I could let it go, I know I'm only a step away from turning around, can you still see the heart of me?
Within Temptation; All I Need
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Will you share another of your writing pieces with us, Genesis? :-)
I think so, yes. ;-) Consider that on the top of my to-do list, don't worry.
Can you tell us some things about your mother?
To speak quite frankly my mother, Savarin Aquila is just as enigmatic to me as she is to you, Ghost. Who she was before she was the WarChief of the Seventeenth Legion is a closely guarded secret I feel she will take to her grave. It is as simple as if the girl before the sixteen year old WarChief did not exist. It has occurred to me numerous times when I, too, was filled with curiosity that she does this intentionally. Enigmatic tendencies seems to be something we have in common, her and I...
Who are your Gods?
Quetzacoatl is the Father of All, his two daughters represent balance and harmony: Namacuix The Dark Mother, and Citlali The Mother Of Light. Though many do you should not consider the Goddess' as “good or evil” for they are neither in truth. Light does not always side with good and accordingly darkness does not always side with evil. Think of Namacuix and Citlali as your Yin And Yang, so to speak.
Why is your title War Prince if you've never seen war?
Please don’t be so narrow sighted, open your eyes, Ghost…war is not just a strategic game played by two opposing armies that meet on a battlefield to duel to the death. War is many things, has many faces, many names. I have seen war in the streets of my Legion…war is a struggle against hardships, poverty, depression, et cetera. I have seen war. I have felt the combat of what I know to be the truth and it’s conflicting truth of memory…too torn to rule one truth over the other. I know war. My title as “War Prince” is more complex than it initially seems so I will attempt to make this simple: I am the Prince of the Unfortunate, I am a beacon of hope and light on their daily darkness…this is what it means to be the “War Prince” and it’s weight is an incredible burden some days; but I am theirs and they are mine...…
Epiphany
Dear Ghost,
It has been too long since I last sat down to personally write you and for that I apologize. Last night I came to an epiphany…I am constantly in the public eye of The Seventeenth Legion and yet the only thing I have ever stood for is myself…and that I want, with a ferocity that burns like an inferno within is to stand for something BESIDES myself. Does this make sense to you, Ghost? I will be the first to admit that I am selfish…hybrid or not I was still human at some point and am no stranger to the temptations of sins. So, I am promptly beginning my search of what…or who I am going to stand for.
As I search I would like to ask a favor of you, Ghost. If you’re out there, if you can hear me…will you stand with me? Is there something that YOU stand for, Ghost?
Yours, Genesis Aquila, War Prince of The Seventeenth Legion, Crowned Sovereign and Harbinger of The Rebellions
**NOTE: If you have something you stand for (or advice to offer) and would like to share it feel free to submit it via “Ask Genesis”. Questions are, as always, also accepted.
Blood red skies, I feel so cold, No innocence, we play our role, The wheel embodies all where are we going? It keeps on burning, The venom works, it's like a curse, A trojan horse, when will we learn? The wheel embodies all that keeps returning. No it's not our paradise but it's what we've got...
Within Temptation ft. Tarja; Paradise (What About Us)
The Unseen
Beauty of Heaven, bound for Hell, the Devil's the metal inside, indestructible but already damaged, incidental accident, rebuilt freak of nature, dangerous but internally torn, suspicious while arrogantly confident, harbinger unable to predict the future, War Prince and a war prisoner, man made a machine, loved and feared, cold malice within the fleeting wisps of compassion, H U M A N O I D