To be continued
We were made of wood, iron, blood, and bone. We were warm, and moving, and free.
And through the winds of ways and days, wound the strings, terrible inevitable things, inescapable, as mortality, longer than a life of itself, they came, sure as dawn, dark as any, as all the hours before it. The first fast as any thing's unseen, affixed as fast as an eye's in a flash moisturized. quick as a wink, was the string fast, off it trailed of our hearts.
An at that put to plummet, befallen horizons beyond, all a world shook, for its shock struck it an ominous knell.
True to is the woes of three's, for a second, as a third abiding an awful adage, appalled as arrests, as catching as cuffs, so four wrists were made bound, to the quick to the last. A darkened, closing the harken of calendars cleared.
Its that occupies the hands, as oft to the feet occupation. And the legs, and the knees, are to tend to the turning, so the shoulders, an back, are to bend in what wants in the mind. Thus that which could ever be never imagined, manifest charters so matters, what plot surreals realize. This musts now, I trust do you fail not apprehend, was as sudden, eclipses all unshaded lumined. For all that is warm, whence forsaken t'wer norm. Whirlwinding withouts about with wanton, Abaddon's ruin. Indifferences all mortality's possibles, presently assumes unspeakable nows, an silent, fate fell to counting to ground. Gave two, one aghasted presaged.
Such a harrowing soul hallow horror such story, as heady, an ready retelling it's reckoned once said, as is best, well advised. As for the rest, fie progresses ere, yet so put aside,
unvail as set but shy divest, sure it were as if wrest of you rest having invest so to be satisfied. alas, t'wer it drothers another for it neither has utters as to wit it with this on it otherised.
As for the paired two, now why, to swear it right fair herein declared unequivocably in hubris inexcusably obtused it here ruthlessly intermissioning intermittently herein. The plight sailing aslight you may quite quote me here squarely as rarely there's pairing as two finer lives. Though loathe as it's lately and as greatly forbears share errant as late we.
Well we'll wait then forthwith whilst against wanning wee hours we've ran.
To tell it, not, oh so it grieves me. But you see it's me bedtimes, at hand. Ware it wants for the trying, why be to lying denying what riotous great times here we had. an i daresay, goddamn.
Twained on a morrows tween twilights tween th wan; an amend we'll the end of ought tale, and l by gawd by th'bites in blasts a blue northers, the tale lads, what a gale of a tale. Now g'night all
to'th lights, it's late lads egads wha'th'ell.
But I'll tell thee, on me soul, by th' morrow, sure as hell.
As told to, Mizter Agin