The Villain who stole the Author's pen:
Break it down, Break it down.
Like oil and water, her world was torn in two
The world...
"It couldn't do without you."
What i offer is something new
Forget the many, let's save the few
It was a dying dream
The Many cry out in vein
And do you think any of them
Shed a tear for OUR pain?
You saw it, right?
You saw between the cracks.
You knew what was planned from the beginning
So why did you deny time for a chance?
Give me your heart
Give me your soul
Lend me your hand
And let the heros fall
I have preparations made for the both of us
My dear,
The Moon was plastered whitewash
For your canvas that we may start again
Are you not tired of this illusion
The greedy tainted this world in sin
What I offer you is a portrait
We can start a new again
My words have the power,
But my body has worn thin.
But with a brush stroke
And a clever plot's end,
If you paint the final page
My Story will avenge
All the forsaken;
Torn out thoughts and ink stained hands
Our mission will not have been for nothing
And you'll have yourself and your wish
As at my command...
Just sign below, in black and white
And this chapter can finally reach it's end.
Do not look back...
We will never have to look back again."
The Paper Back Hero in making his reply:
"...."
(And He lends out his hand.)
And without a word, You started to feel that sensation once again... that feeling without a finger to place on it; that mystery to which wonder over doubt makes amends;
You sense a story that never has to end...
And now there's only you, young artist, the illustrator blessed with destinies hand. What do you choose?
©palewriter
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