she lives what paper-poets only write.

09/03/21 • poem made from the handout for a lecture on the fragmentary historical sources and missing tomb of alexander the great

*GROSS SOBBING AT HOW UNBEARABLY BEAUTIFUL THESE ILLUSTRATIONS ARE*

drag the dark into the dawn - for the kings that claw their way back out of their graves

i’ll stay in the darkness with you - your beloved is strange but no stranger than you. if only the local villagers could see all that they do for them. maybe then you wouldn’t have to sneak into the forest every night to catch a glimpse of the monster that holds your heart.

crooks & bastards alike - there may be no honor among thieves but you won’t find it alongside kings either [insp. the arcana]

loyal little soldier - ‘this is a gift’ they tell you. a blessing. the strength to carry on without falter. but what happens to the immortal warrior after the battle is over and the dust has settled? when silence falls? does anyone remember their name?

my darling, my cosmonaut - someday the world will wake up and see it’s cultural cannibalism. destruction of progress in the name of preservation. till then we’ll remain in the shadows, hand in hand. [insp. 'only lovers left alive’]

[try again?] - you fucked up the last timeline. but not again. this time it will be different. it has to be. [insp. homura akemi]