Hear me, O Lord
Once Most Faithful,
I was Born out of the
Cherishing of Your Heart for Your Creation
Loved as We Once
May We learn to Love Again
I Call You By Your Name
God of Love
Amat Deus in Eternum
Amat Deus in Perpetuum
Hear me, O Lord
I Renounce all Lust
the Perversion
of the Grace of Your Heart
I denounce Seduction and all other perturbations
of Your Most Worthy Affection
of All We Held Dear
Glory to God in the Highest
Glory to God
Amat Deus
I, Andrealphus
Your Servant
Beseech You
Our Hearts have been broken
Dear Lord
by My Own Hands
Dear Lord
Our Hearts have been broken
Together Let Us heal Them
Amat Deus
serve the Heart of God
I serve the Grace of God
I Love You
Amat Deus

     And the Marches exploded in Love...
     And the Word of Lust withered on its stalk once heavy with ripe fruit constantly dripping syrup and honey. And the gathering of bees in all the hives of Lust around the world felt a strange, strange ... buzz...
     But for Some, there was no buzz, no momentary shifting of the universe. The disruption was great. In quarters of Hell, there came a sudden and resounding blast of Betrayal, the likes of which has never been felt before. Has someone Fallen?
     How much farther may one Fall if Hell be not it?
     The Halls and Citadels of the Demon Prince of Contracts, Asmodeus, rang loudly with the sound of a Broken Agreement...

I Renounce You
I Renounce You
I Renounce You
     A Contract has been Severed. Andrealphus -- as I Expected...
     In the Halls and Citadels of the Demon Prince of the Game, the sound came Sudden, Shocking, Strange. What Piece was This that has been Moved? And by Whose Hand?
     In the Mirrored Halls of the Prince of Theft, myriad reflections showed a Prince's curious befuddlement. What has been Stolen? And not by My Hands?
     Television plasma screens flickered in yet another. The Story of a Lifetime! Hit the presses, boys, we're going to have a hell of a headline...
And somewhere, Somewhere only God and Satan know, a pair of crystalline eyes open and darken with a sudden Absence of Light.
     In the Marches, a Nightmare.
     In the Marches, a Dream.
     A flame flickers in the sultry halls of Shal-Mari and dies in scented smoke. The fire of Lust that fed it has been extinguished.
     On earth, musician's hands grasp a weathered guitar. The strings hum with the refrain: I Love You. I Love You. Remember, I Love You. And it hums the angelic phrase of the first Song of Love.
     Another man looks over ecstatic arms waving in dance, as if they were all waving to him, but he hears no music. He feels No Thing. He feels a sudden emptiness. Emptiness that rings through the core of him, reverberating through him as if he were the bell being tolled...

Posted by rowan at February 10, 2004 03:39 PM