Loyalty Within Our Fear.

[Wrynn 1349]

Poe stares to the mirror, shaking back and forth as he sits, cold and drawn. Hung from his home as he sits atop the cushioned bed, looking to all of the individual cracks, embalming the mirror, he stares deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

 

His image torn, beams across from him in the sparse light as the bars cast shadows along the hollow walls, sounds sparring with each-other and casting their minds through the torn.

 

As Poe focuses, and focuses his gaze upon the image, he sees that of something else.

An imagine nonparallel to the situation, different to that of reality.

However it is true.

 

The strength flows through his hollows, yet little today.

The fear flows through his hollows, yet more tomorrow.

And from this the loyalty comes.

 

The cast image, of someone torn apart, yet held together stronger.

Relies on someone he fears greatly.

However through this fear his loyalty strengthens.

 

His penance for his acts, against the fear, strengthen.

However his emotion destabilizes.

 

He lives not to upset.

But to please.

 

All those that he wishes to desire.

 

Following each of his words, whispered into his ear.

He casts the strength upon his subjects, willed or not.

 

For with like this time, his loyalty sprouts.

Torn beyond his own realization he follows, without even knowing.

 

Word by word.

 

 

 

 

 

 

((Again, half of you will not understand this, however it makes sense, explaining Poe's thoughts and his true emotions 95% accurately, as the true meaning of his nature is hard to follow.)) 

[Dohvi 622]

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