Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 14:43:55 GMT
Are you sitting comfortably?
Then let our tale begin.
There was a boy,
A very strange enchanted boy,
They say he wandered very far,
Very far over land and sea.
Tell me Children, do you know what it is to dream anymore?
To Hope?
To Laugh?
To Cry?
Or do you travel in a land of fools and kings, gods and monsters always unaware of what lays just beneath the surface?
Beyond The Hedge.
The Hedge, along the silver paths where gods and monster and nightmares are made real.
We Passed along the stair, we spoke of was and when.
Although we were not there.
I said I was your friend.
I can't describe the Hedge to you, I can't walk you along the silvery path all I can do is urge you to wake up.
Wake up.
WAKE UP!
Blood sits in your lungs as you run, thorns pricking at your bared arms and legs, fear grips you and you don't know why even as the path becomes a maze a maze becomes a labyrinth and then? You hear the hounds, you hear the Wyld Hunt.
You run, you have to run, fear and death destroy the world behind you. All you know is you can't go back, you can't.
You won't go back.
Teeth snap at your heels as you leap for the next row of thorns, muscle and bone and sinew aching with the being you carved for yourself in fear.
You fall, up the rabbit hole, spat out of Wonderland and into the grass, everything hurts, you're still bleeding You hold your heart in your hands feeling every beat of a new life echo inside of you.
You can't stop now, they're still coming.
Whatever happens next is all a blur, a cacophony of sight, sound, time and healing the pitter patters of a heart you left behind echo in a dull chest they you had to sew shut with The sinew of your own muscle and a needle made from the bones of your guards.
You don’t even recognize the face they gave you, only that the one you had is attached to something else, left behind in your place as you had been ripped away to a place where nothing made sense and there was comfort and warmth in that.
But you couldn't stay.
You wouldn't stay, there were things you had to do.
Rights to wrong.
Stories to be told.
So to hide your shattered face, a face that belongs to someone happy; You don the Redcap.
So as I said before:
Once Upon A Time, In a land of here and now.
There is a Redcap.
Then let our tale begin.
There was a boy,
A very strange enchanted boy,
They say he wandered very far,
Very far over land and sea.
Tell me Children, do you know what it is to dream anymore?
To Hope?
To Laugh?
To Cry?
Or do you travel in a land of fools and kings, gods and monsters always unaware of what lays just beneath the surface?
Beyond The Hedge.
The Hedge, along the silver paths where gods and monster and nightmares are made real.
We Passed along the stair, we spoke of was and when.
Although we were not there.
I said I was your friend.
I can't describe the Hedge to you, I can't walk you along the silvery path all I can do is urge you to wake up.
Wake up.
WAKE UP!
Blood sits in your lungs as you run, thorns pricking at your bared arms and legs, fear grips you and you don't know why even as the path becomes a maze a maze becomes a labyrinth and then? You hear the hounds, you hear the Wyld Hunt.
You run, you have to run, fear and death destroy the world behind you. All you know is you can't go back, you can't.
You won't go back.
Teeth snap at your heels as you leap for the next row of thorns, muscle and bone and sinew aching with the being you carved for yourself in fear.
You fall, up the rabbit hole, spat out of Wonderland and into the grass, everything hurts, you're still bleeding You hold your heart in your hands feeling every beat of a new life echo inside of you.
You can't stop now, they're still coming.
Whatever happens next is all a blur, a cacophony of sight, sound, time and healing the pitter patters of a heart you left behind echo in a dull chest they you had to sew shut with The sinew of your own muscle and a needle made from the bones of your guards.
You don’t even recognize the face they gave you, only that the one you had is attached to something else, left behind in your place as you had been ripped away to a place where nothing made sense and there was comfort and warmth in that.
But you couldn't stay.
You wouldn't stay, there were things you had to do.
Rights to wrong.
Stories to be told.
So to hide your shattered face, a face that belongs to someone happy; You don the Redcap.
So as I said before:
Once Upon A Time, In a land of here and now.
There is a Redcap.
Well howdy there pardner.