The world is vast, cold, dark, overwhelmingly heavy, full of contradictions. Is that a surprise? Look, here, the ground. The soil is harsh and soothing between my fingers. Do you see it? Do you think how small we are on an Earth where we will never know the center? What lies beneath it? Did you not say you are all-knowing? Listen here. 

The little boy said that your clothes were tattered, your hair long, and your scent similar to the graveyard. I was not sure if it was you. I am not sure of your name.  The horse behind you maimed.  The sword within you piercing out. The blood only a confused white trickling down suffocating your cries. I do not know mercy.  The troubles surrounding you.  Suffocating.  Blinding. Calm. 

They have taken me down. 

I do not have much to say but that she was following you. The girl with the bald head and the armor of a warrior. She stole the boy’s hair and laid on the soul of the Earth claiming the innocent in her hand. 

Try as she will, the dead will fly from our hands. Do you understand? The ground is swallowing us. The food is gone. The famine is here. The illness is killing. The coins are gone. The lives are not stolen, they are taken. Purity striking- they strip for survival. Go ahead, jump. 

A lost soul she steers from one place to another trying to reconcile a love once lost. Leaping from one place to another; she does not think. She is blind; only to see the absence of the fullness. Signs only letters and letters only darkness. Her nails were yellow, her teeth red, it was no doubt in my mind- her heart burgundy. She does not have much time. Get to her. Show her love, show her compassion. 

The little girl told me you gave her a coin after my calling.  I thank you.  I warn you. She’s coming. Her heart is almost black. Do not fear to pierce it. It might kill you. It spreads. Her time is lost. Do not forget. She took the girl by her hair and shaved it. She took a blunt knife and sawed at the girl’s hands. Her power weakening. The girl cried out. Her lover did not fly. Only laid with another. She killed him. Are you following? I must go. I hear them. 

Did you get to the castle. I warn you she is close. The King was seduced. The chains locked on his length. The blood gushing from his wife’s eyes. Get to them. Her heart is black. Her heart is broken. She does not have hope. 

I had her by the hair. Maimed. With one clean strike, she went limp only to rise. Did I not tell you to show her compassion? Did you not understand the power of your words? Did you not understand the power of your touch? Filthy rascal. I told you. Now go. Quick. You may still have a chance. Don’t you hear them?

You told them. I loved you. She loved you. He loved you. The priests are coming after me. It is my death. My years end here. Do you hear the orchestra. It pains me. Get to her and lay her down. The troubles she has faced have been too many. Not all can survive. I go down from her hand and I will be brought up by yours. Don’t you understand? 

“And here, we have the famous letters of a bride to her lost husband. It was said she lost her mind but only after hidden affairs kept secret to this day between parties unknown. Strikingly, they were hidden in the walls right here. And within the chambers? The last letter.” 

Dear reader,  Be careful.  You’re next.

-jt