Under The Red Moon

Tell me, reader dear, how does I make you feel. How would you feel if there were to be a dreary cloud outside upon your doorstep each day? When life scorns you from the adhesive that binds you to love and compassion, how would that make you feel? I lie here in tears, reader dear; Will you let me cry my sorrows away and allow me to relinquish myself of iniquitous deities? I am no longer yours or this world's, reader dear. You left me here to die beneath the temple's walls: Gilgamesh, the flood has come to vanquish me!

-We know not what we have done-

Oh, gracious reader! I bow at your feet! I am your humble servant: a reconteur of zealous loyalties and servitude to you. Tell me, oh, master, what is it that you desire? Shall I spin you a yarn of the noblest of men; an epic tale of unbearable struggle and undeniable evils? Your wish is my command, gracious reader; I am your concubine of allegory, your slave to the memoirs of time, be they engage morbidity or the benign! Tell me, oh master, what do you want from me? How can my life be manipulated to make yours the treasure to which it does not deserve to be? I love thee, oh gracious reader...

-We bow at your feet, what would you like to hear?-

Reader! I've missed you! How have you been? I could not have realized how much you've changed! You look wonderful; did you ever believe we would get to this point? We have had some interesting times, have we not? I mean I was really worried you didn't remember me for a moment there. I was thinking about you just the other day! I said to myself: Self, what has the reader been up to all this time; how could you have not called them in the longest time? Magically here you are! I've made some drastic changes of my own, actually. I've fallen in love, I've discovered my passion, I've matured greatly. So much has happened over the years--wow, reader...

-In loving memory of us-

What did this mean to you...reader?