Soloist of the Dark Theatre
A place where every trees waves at you, the darkness gaze on you, the land of emptiness is screaming on your fear
The terror of the cold wind breeze falters your soul
A webs silk that gives an imaginary pain, a stone roads of somebody's welcome and road of your fright
A castle that invites you
Statues that guards and stares to your soul are forcing you to enter.
Inside, you are the one and only guest
The Marionettes are Joyfully surrounding you!
The Characters From Cards Exits and welcome you!
The Knights That Swore For You! The string that Looks Like a Web!
AND THE Light! That you and you....
Only you, are being illuminated.
slowly stepping up the stage, a being in a middle of the darkness....
Your fear, your panic, your helplessness.
Your insecurities, your despair, your helplessness. It's the someone's happiness.
Someone who's non existent.
Someone that no one would tell he's a someone.
The eerie and joyful music plays
Makes you run, makes you stumble, makes you avoid, makes you cry, your own suffering is the someones fun
In the stage of singular, you are the entertainer, your own grief drama, your danse macabre
And your last requiem is the rolling credits.
The entertainment of the void, his memento mori, the soloist of the dark throne is having great expectations for you, dear.
NTR_Specialist · Fantasy
