Debitum Naturae

"Man must suffer to be wise."

She looked just like a painting dying to speak.

Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

              ❖ "It must just be me; you will have to set an example! -               - In my place, that is."

              ❖ In the presence of claims, and a clear disapproval, he raised a brow so mildly amused.               "Is it now?               Well then, pardon me!"

             ”Oh really? Don’t mind me then,                  a demonstration sounds promising.”

              ❖ "Hm... In that case a -               - target?"

              ❖ "Oh no need -                I've handled on of these before."

"One moonshiny night As I sat high, Waiting for one To come by; The boughs did bend, My heart did ache To see what hole the fox did make."

“Is that so                        I guess this must be fate       Or maybe someone heard my distressed calls      Would you be willing to help a maiden in need?                     Foresee my leg is missing.”

              ❖ A quiet shade of erstwhile normality coloured the ease with which he regarded absence (to service the limb with which there was a lack thereof). ‘Maiden’, as she so said, seemed fitting in the gentle night of muted spirits; curious, only, was it that impressions be so in a modern era. (Though the title coined was one such that pleased a humour most macabre.)               “Alas, ‘tis sure that misplaced you have!               Where might you have dropped such a precious commodi-ty?”

For of all creatures that breathe and creep about on the earth, there is none so miserable as man.