The Fall of the Laughing ManFall of the Laughing ManThe Fall of the Laughing Man
Such a quiet thing…it is. To fall. The lights are just a bit too bright tonight. Aren’t they, brothers and sisters? The red curtains are draped over the stage in a most sinister manner. They pull back like giant velvet lips to reveal the most ill man in the world. Like the curtains, his lips pull back to show the smile of a sufferer. A man whose entire world is absorbed by pain. It is not the smile of a man who is happy. Or a man who is laughing. Rather, it is the smile of one who, in spite of all the pain he is enduring, must smile.
The ColossusThe ColossusThe Colossus
There was a crash of tides, And a gust of winds that swept the land. And a lumbering shadow, wreathed in fire, emerged from the sea. Wrapped in fire, ancient and wise. The Colossus had emerged. His wind was sharp, his strength was true.
He brought with him unearthly doom. A shadow, great and vast, stretches across the plains; Crossing the plains in great strides. He sweeps the land, this Colossus, this King, with his all-seeing eyes; He comes to break lands, come arisen of the tides. The Colossus bestrode the land so pure, No champion, no hero, could
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