Ashes Are Burning

I remember the night we stood together in the fire....

No. I will not.

I remember...it is part of who I am and has been, since that night...
It is written that fire clenseth the soul, purifying, making over again, making a new creation.
I swear as I stood with her that night, it was so.
I looked into her eyes, held onto her, body and spirit, with all that I had, and I believed that she did the same for me, that she my savior and I hers did become.
I believed that all else fell away, save the sharing of our souls in sacred pledge and vow.

She made that into a lie.

She used to touch me....touch...my heart.
I thought it was a healing she was performing.
It was a robbery.
All this time, I have not thought about......what used to be.
I could not.
But I can see it now for what it was.
She gave me nothing.
She took.
She stole.
And she thought to get away with it.
To get away with all of it.

But I know.
I know of what she did that day.

"It was the day the world went wrong
I screamed til my voice was gone
And watched throught the tears as everything came crashing down.
Slowly panic turns to pain
As I awoke to what remained
To sift through the ashes that are left behind...."

Redemption is what I want.
I want what is mine. That will be redemption.
The two for her one.
I will take them far away, to the ends of the earth, where we shall never again be disturbed.
Never discovered.
I will save them from the horror of her fire, the pain of her lies.

I will do what needs to be done.

For them.
For the lives that stir yet in the ashes that are burning.
For when all else falls away......
....in their innocence
....they are the only hope left to rise.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJynET3b3PM

The Domino Effect

So. She has been found. And more than....she. One of my men has brought to me a letter. It is her handwriting, there can be no mistake in that, even as weather-worn and faded as it is. And the secrets it reveals to me..... There is a depth of will I did not think I still possessed. But my mind is clear again. I have set a plan in motion, and like a domino effect, one part hinges upon the next. When the first one falls, and I do not say if....when that happens, then it cannot be stopped....until I have again what is mine. She? Oh no. I care not for the cunning conniving of a she-bitch. She played me false, after all. But her whelps....are mine as well. They are more mine, they will be more mine, than they have ever been hers. For them, I have made this plan, I have come back to life, I have purpose. It is started. It will be finished. So help me God.