In The Beginning;
i.
In the beginning: Light.
(Or so they say.)
In the beginning: Darkness.
(Or so they say.)
In the beginning: Angels.
(And that, child dearest, is a fact.)
ii.
Even before He knew; Even before He thought; Even before He acknowledged.
There were:
Brothers. At the beginning of Time.
Death; and Silence (Or Kings of Hell and Hope, whichever you prefer.)
And a third. Jealous; Spiteful; Proud. Who walked a Path once treaded by Another. Who talked through tongues once spoken by a Hawk.
But one:
Must never trust his secrets to a Bird of Prey; (For such a fragile little raptor this one was.)
A Widow's bite he longed to kiss, But arachnids are and always will be sly, And from a broken mind the bird was burned Into a sleep
So deep
It was forever quiet.
iii.
Savior disguised as Martyr disguised as Alchemist of New (A Magician of Old) took then the broken little spider From her den;
(The Itsy Bitsy Spider crawled so deep; she didn't know Where else to look: And in cigarettes and Forgotten Hopes She thought she could find respire-- and shattered girls for guilt will also sometimes do that.)
But really; can you blame the split girl; If she longed For integrity - for truth?
So a Whisperer who knew to lie; And spun this art so very well: He grabbed the girl, caught her by the lip.
A bargain: Truth, and an eternity in Hell.
She broke herself, of Fate She was a child.
In Synchronicity she bled.
iv.
Once found again; and once lost; Split even more; she pulled herself
Apart.
A trickster known for tinkering With Fate Searched for emptiness he knew he thought deserved.
Pity was what was fed to him instead.
(A Hawk's broken wings are hard enough to mend.)
An angel spoken of before; Whom already had found himself teetering;
(Inches from the brink)
He asked about the human inside, hidden, still And received an answer Far much worse
Than Death.
And in their pain she found the clarity She longed for.
v.
But where one found herself; Another one was lost.
And so Magician took it up and flew (And guilt once again played such. A major. Part.)
Little fly was soon caught; And grasped so tight.
"He's not a man. He's a spider at the center of a web."
From widow to another aranea still: But this one dabbled More in madness
Than in guilt (for madness only truly thinks it's sane).
And then; Pride (known master; unspoken Hellhound) slyly slipped into his bones too Whispered in twisted tongues
Shattered tattered suits of Westwood.
Giants burned; and nighttime stars aflame.
They shook.
vi.
Four brothers hide within London's burning heart; None in blood are kept together.
But in bond.
A Hunter and a Trickster and two angels, Lost Kings and Lords and future Rulers of the Light.
So of them;
The Dark Winged rider of the Horse; He dared to taste what secrets A Doe girl had to mend.
(And oh, was she the sweetest of them all);
But she was the curse that brought forth wrath For a brother wrongfully believed: Whispered Lies Of Betrayal, and Lust, and Need.
And this sealed yet the Fall commencing: (A bow presented to once friendly hands).
So of them;
The quiet one who Knew; spilled kin blood Of a rotten kind. And cleared a mind
Of nightmares galloping.
So of them;
The Horns in Darkness took it upon himself; To hunt he who sought to burn
(And both of those were Fallen ones of a different sort; Muse and Armalach and fools).
The Doe To ash.
vii.
And so, in quietness, and summer storms and winter Rains Was war declared, upon Earth's ragged gasps.
For a Lost Key was yet to find its place; And Hell was yet to burn; And blood yet to be spilled.
And all of those who saw the gathered storm Knew times were there to change
And change to last.
viii.
In the beginning: War.
(Or so they say.)
In the beginning: Broken hearts.
(Or so they say.)
In the beginning: Hope.
(And that, child dearest, is a fact.)












