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05 November 2017

To Love, To Lose, And To Reunite (Until We Meet Again).

Work Text:

Haides: "Listen to me carefully, Dearest One. You have brought all of your sunlight and all of your springtime with you down into my Underworld, and, when you leave, when you return to the Overworld, that will all be taken back with you - away from me - once again. It pains me to have you away from me for so long. I am completely and devotedly in love with you. Oh, Persephonê."

Persephonê: "Oh, Haides. I am completely and devotedly in love with you, too. Let us [continue to] hold our love for each other in our hearts always, so that we will never feel much too alone ever again. My sunlight and my springtime shall not necessarily leave you when I am required to return to the surface. Let them rest in your heart and in your mind, my Darling."

01 November 2017

The Mad Killing Poem.

The Summary:

A poem in the point of view of the Joker (Jack Napier / Nolanverse / Jerome Valeska ... whatever).

"Mad Love" & "The Killing Joke" & Poetry = "The Mad Killing Poem".

The Notes:

I'm not necessarily trying to endorse crime and / or illegal activity by the way of this poem (not that it necessarily talks about that kind of stuff in a super blatant sense ... maybe more like "kind of implied"). This poem is based on fictional characters from a fictional world.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

The Work['s] Text:

"Oh, Pudding Pie.
Why does she cry?
Doesn't she know?
That it was only a joke?

My silly little girl,
her mind is off on some whirl.

I'm the crazy one?
I'm the psycho?
Say that you're mine.
Oh, how delightful.

'Off with their heads'.
Soon we'll *all* be dead.

Put on your mask,
put on your cowl.
I'll take the Bat,
you'll take the Owl.

It's not for the money,
it's for our legacy.

Let's paint our lips
with almost every shade of red.
Let's not forget
about all of the enchanting things that we've said.

Sometimes when we're sane,
we still try to pray.
But the prayers of the insane
might sometimes be more desperate, anyway(s).

Terrible chaos
against those that deserved it.
Now I briefly wonder:
'Was it all truly worth it?'

'Maybe',
but my mind is drawn back to another plot.
We're already locked up,
but we just can't seem to stop.

Some kind of a soliloquy?
We'll do, or we'll rot.
A few words for our memory:
'Ha. Ha. Ha.'"

The Notes:

"Let's paint our lips with almost every shade of red" could even be a little bit ambiguous. Hmmm. What are they painting their lips red with? Blood? Lipstick? Hehehe. Again, this is not necessarily an endorsement of any kind(s) of evilness!
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