Soft Serve 8/50 - Elderberry #26. Enduring Renewal
with Malt and a Cherry
Story :
knights & necromancersRating : G
Timeframe : N/A
Word Count : 451
Malt Prompt : Thanksgiving (Nikki's sweet potato pie) one by one
Utterly cheap, but I couldn't help myself. MAJOR SPOILERS if you haven't read
this piece with the same prompt or gathered certain things from comments Roul has made (I know, obscure stuff...) but it's also kinda vague here, so...
This is the house that Reida built
These are the statues all quiet and still
That stand In the house that Reida built
These are the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the man with the crooked grin
Who plays with the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the boy; the prophesized sin
The son of the man with the crooked grin
Who plays with the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the door inscribed on the floor
That was unlocked by the boy; the prophesized sin
The son of the man with the crooked grin
Who plays with the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the goddess, demanding of more
Who came through the door inscribed on the floor
That was unlocked by the boy; the prophesized sin
The son of the man with the crooked grin
Who plays with the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the body; the synthetic girl
That held the goddess, demanding of more
Who came through the door inscribed on the floor
That was unlocked by the boy; the prophesized sin
The son of the man with the crooked grin
Who plays with the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the chaos that shook the world
Wrought by the body; the synthetic girl
That held the goddess, demanding of more
Who came through the door inscribed on the floor
That was unlocked by the boy; the prophesized sin
The son of the man with the crooked grin
Who plays with the gods of infinite will
That peer through the eyes of statues quiet and still
That stand in the house that Reida built.
This is the man, just a simple man
Who tore the house down with his own two hands
To stop the gods and save the boy
For love of the man who treated the gods as his toys
No more will the gods peer through the eyes
Of the circle of statues that crumbled inside
And magic itself has all been erased
Which leads Reida to build the house in the first place