from an entity who believes their an angel, fallen. 🌙
to an entity they believe to pose as one. ☀️
(aka written from Nightmares pov towards Dream, somewhat)
⬇️⬇️ UNDER THE CUT ⬇️⬇️
isn’t it funny?
How Time changes
Or rather, refuses to
Time doesn't change, in actuality
Such is only perception on the part of lower beings
Mortals
The acute minds of smaller entities
Time Continues steadily
Time knows only one loyalty
Yes, Time is faithful
For you, the same cannot be said.
It's funny.
You spawn of Regret
Regret, a curse that can be escaped
Or, alas, could have been, had hindsight not hidden her naked body from your youthful eyes
Irony, too, plays with it's food
But, of all this you are aware.
Or…are you?
Do you regret?
Do you grieve?
…of course not
What am I thinking
Of course not.
…It's funny
Nurturing such questions
It's…funny
Fate has laid her pieces out
And you have made your moves
Woe to you, it seems, one who is set in their ways
One who is set in stone.
Hardened is your soul, your essence
Why is it we were placed wrongly on this scale?
Alas, it seems your longing for mercy goes unanswered
Alas, we've fallen from what little grace we'd attained
That is the nature of things
This world rewards those who reap misfortune
A bittersweet misfortune, it is
It's funny.
What pride have you, to rebel Fate and her peons?
What arrogance do you cling to?
That you may set things right?
Though, I suppose…
That, we shall share always.
Eternity till Entropy
Until one or the other crumbles
Remember, chimera, stone is brittle.
The blood of a companion is thicker than the waters of birth.
Of this I am relieved…
For you've long since tainted the streams of our youth.
No tree can grow in a parasitic wasteland.
That is, none that will last.
No, long gone is the person I once thought to know
Long dead, are they, and no requiem shall I hold.
Loathe am I to the sowers of our misfortune
Loathe am I to the mother of our wakefulness.
It would have been better to have never existed.
To have never known you
To have never held you
To have never loved you
To have never lost you
But Solace is my lover, for she reminds me that it is not I, nor myself, nor him to blame, but you.
Her and them and you and you and you and-
It's funny.
Scramble up the hill
A hill of graves
Tombstones upon tombstones, add as many as you will.
Will it ever be enough for you?
Their downfall will not be your upbringing
The ladder is unstable
Your goal is unattainable.
Claw, fight, scream
Not an ear will turn to you in pity
Humorous, Karma and the bubbling brooks of her laughter
Where is your control?
When did you pass it to me, pray tell?
…unfortunate fool.
Not an ear will turn to you in compassion
Forever out of reach, as long as free will remains mine
Time changes not
But every person does, will, must!
Oh the pained naivety!
Does rock abstain one from growth?
Silly me! Silly you!
w h y a r e n ' t y o u l a u g h I n g ?
…I can't hear her laughing anymore.
I can't hear her at all.
The laughter is him. Always him. Us?
us.
You were never needed, were you, oh iridescent zephyr?
Acceptance.
A weapon I've obtained
A defense you've yet to claim
Illusion of the unconscious mind, feeder of false hope, luminous liar of the night.
Dearest delusion of grandeur.
