What Lovely Lovers
I was looking through some old writing and found this; thought it was okay enough to share. The first line is an allusion to Joseph Conrad’s novella, Heart of Darkness. If you’re not familiar with it and the historical context in which it was written, then I’m not sure how much sense the line makes.
They were more beautiful than King Leopold’s ivory, more learned than Kurtz and darker than his heart. How many people had died for them, no one will ever truly know. But that was not important now. No one counts the grains of sand in a desert, and they were endless. But even deserts had life. They were death personified. No, not personified. They were monsters. An amalgamation of grief and hate and humanity boiled over, overcooked, burned, charred—nothing but toxic ash.
Oh lovely, lovely, lovers. Perhaps it started as a caustic joke, a sarcastic remark, but he knew within the depths of his shared soul that it was true. They were always embracing.
A wide grin split his face, split his mind, split his soul. He shattered into sand.
Dark Spear sparked, bright and black.