Post by SorchaNiWynne on May 17, 2023 10:12:55 GMT
Do I look like a fool?
'Cause I must be a fool
To hold on to precious metals like I do
Do, I do
To hold on to precious metals like I do
I do, do
The world spiraled into slow motion as grey and silver and plastic made the tell tale sounds, panic rising in her chest as the task showed itself to be futile, How do you fix it? How do you fix it? Do you buy again? Can one replace the time and investment?
The question burns at your soul and the guilt fills the hole you’ve created inside yourself, you can see how it might go, how the apology might go, the tension there is something more to the story , given the banshee’s wail that followed it.
She should have stayed and kept trying.
But instead she looks at the boxes, Falcon, Death star and X-wing.
It doesn’t feel like enough.
It never feels like enough.
The voice cuts through her in her darkest moments as shaky hands brush and braid hair a whisper of secrets and poison informing her of her clumsiness, her curiosity, how she deserves what is to come, how the failure will be compounded.
How it’s her fault.
Your fault, and you can never fix it, it can’t be fixed it won’t be fixed a heart and a dream has shattered on the rocks of your insatiable curiosity.
But the quest doesn’t stop.
She had to apologize, she couldn’t let it sit like this, not unspoken or unsullied, It’d gnaw at her. It already was.
'Cause I must be a fool
To hold on to precious metals like I do
Do, I do
To hold on to precious metals like I do
I do, do
The world spiraled into slow motion as grey and silver and plastic made the tell tale sounds, panic rising in her chest as the task showed itself to be futile, How do you fix it? How do you fix it? Do you buy again? Can one replace the time and investment?
The question burns at your soul and the guilt fills the hole you’ve created inside yourself, you can see how it might go, how the apology might go, the tension there is something more to the story , given the banshee’s wail that followed it.
She should have stayed and kept trying.
But instead she looks at the boxes, Falcon, Death star and X-wing.
It doesn’t feel like enough.
It never feels like enough.
The voice cuts through her in her darkest moments as shaky hands brush and braid hair a whisper of secrets and poison informing her of her clumsiness, her curiosity, how she deserves what is to come, how the failure will be compounded.
How it’s her fault.
Your fault, and you can never fix it, it can’t be fixed it won’t be fixed a heart and a dream has shattered on the rocks of your insatiable curiosity.
But the quest doesn’t stop.
She had to apologize, she couldn’t let it sit like this, not unspoken or unsullied, It’d gnaw at her. It already was.
Take it home, make a fire in the garden
Sundance kids, so godless
One day it's gonna be not like this
Black sand on all our beaches
Witchcraft, split lip and a bee sting
We start to slowly fade in to the woman in the red dress, knelt among the greenery of a grove as her voice carried over the area melodious as she sings.
“Are you, are you coming to th’ tree
Where necklace of hope, side by side with me?
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree...”
She takes a breath speaking gently in that smooth Scots accent.
“Tale of brave oh full of woe, to the field of battle I must go, To strike and fight for honor and plunder. Gathering forth I feel not that my heart is torn asunder, it is as they say all thing the things not involved in this world that give the dearest heart break, even our destination makes me think of upcoming woes. But time leads me forth to raise my banners high and march into battle against a face unseen but not unheard.”
The woman nods as she draws in a soft breath her eyes closing as she plays at one of her wrists before lifting her hand in recognition of what she’s doing clenching that hand into a fist to lay back in her lap and speak softly.
“My lady Emmanuel, princess of the Palisades I do not kneel before my foes easily, no matter what titles they may carry, what prophecies they spew, what omens they come to spout, another voice declaring themselves the future, another pair of feet walking the road of a quest, in search of glory and willing to fight for it, to enter the mêlée is never a thing to be diminished Emmanuel and though smaller in stature than I your prowess should not be put to one side, despite a recent loss to Caroline in competition.”
She nods solemnly as she stands among the greens and starts to walk, slipping through a gate as the shot transitions to the interior of a hotel and Sorcha’s garb has changed from red to green and the confines of the motel contrasts to the outside she was formerly in even as the woman gives the camera and the audience time to adjust as she sits on the edge of a bed
“We shall add onto that the title of Ironwoman, a title for which you derided one of my very opponents for not even having the opportunity to enter for before your mocked her name, the little bird does not deserve this treatment, n one does it would seem to me, Emmanuel that you feel disrespect is the key to your opponent’s weaknesses that you stand facing your chosen windmill and mark it as a dragon, convinced of your own standard ....Trying to convince others of it crowing to all the world of your future...Come now Emmanuel What tale do you have to tell so I may know ye that has not been spoken before?”
She shook her head and crossed one leg over the other resting hands on the bed she remained relaxed and quiet.
“Ultimately The city of the Firebird will bear witness to our battle, where as ever one of us will stand tall, and the other will be left to count their ruminations, I imagine you will seek to prove my current run within the company as something of a Fluke, or that I am to be felled by the first battle I have stepped into since my victory, some would argue this a decision on my part but I merely answer when I am called and none have seen fit to call me.”
She blows a slow, frustrated breath at that idea and shook her head.
“I am left to wonder if the passing events as of recent have been some design, but I am left without answers, Left only with the ticking of the clock for Night of the Immortals, of the biggest night in my career, for the chance to stand in front of the Jinxed one and see what quest awaits me.”
She frowns as she looks down and mutters with a dark tone.
“I will not be laid low by one such as yourself so close to my time, I cannot allow it. I cannot and will not simply pat the mat or bear my throat as my banner and my followers and my camp will draw itself closer to those walls. You will see Emmanuel, your Platinum will join the Iron and the gold and the glory of my achievements.”
Her lips curl into a shadow of a smile as she starts to look into the camera directly addressing the combined viewership and her opponent.
“I see there is this persistence to declare yourself the future of the word before you have really stepped forth, Latoya, Yourself ...So many have crowed themselves as that we should model ourselves on, and simply instead act with conceit and disrespect, act as if they were placed in the throne by some divine dictate, as if some invisible hand spoke unto them in a dream and declare it so and when the time of asking comes they fail to deliver and then, do not change or grow after blaming everything and everyone around them.”
She manages to start a slow chuckle at the idea as it flows into a small giggle and her shoulders straighten up.
“It’s pathetic, the only one responsible for your failures is you, you must accept them, learn from each delicious day, to throw yourself at the arrows of outrageous fortune and face each new day with a smile, it is not an easy thing to do and you will not always succeed, but no matter eventually everything seems so much simpler.”
She shook her head, licking her lips breathing in to look up at the ceiling as the smile drops and she snuffles just a bit and then looks once more towards the camera.
“As we near towards the certainty of The day as Arizona sun threatens to turn to dusk and the Odyssey draws us ever closer to Nigh f the Immortals I remind everyone of this simple , clear fact, There can be only one. As much as it is regrettable it is a truth a victor and a loser so come forth platinum one, lady of the Palisades and let the hurly burly begin.”
Her smile starts to grow.
“See you soon.”
Fade out.
I look out for you
Come rain, come shine
What good does it do?
I guess I'm a toy that is broken
I guess we're just older now
Well howdy there pardner.