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In a dark room
Ryssa Kalayli
Canton Higurh
Ryssa Kalayli
Canton Higurh
A man is patient.
Yet, when patience wears thin…
When…patience…runs…out…
Women…can bleed…like cows.
To fate, what is life and death, for that matter?
To fate, life and death is a house of slaughter.
People, animals, go in, and they never leave.
Their end is like the wind as time breathes.
A man is patient.
His patience is thick.
A woman is kind of wailing.
Her tongue is evidence of this.
Your name is Ryssa Kalayli.
Canton sits and steadily breathes.
Harmonhal, Karazak…
There’s a man…with a blaster.
A man with a blaster aimed at her.
A woman is so very terrified of him.
Karazak but not Harmonhal they’re in.
Harmonhal is the name of Government HQ.
In this dark basement, no one knows this room.
A light is still blinding her from seeing him as it shines.
Music is still playing, quietly in the background though.
Anyone who’s watching is just for now that one guy.
This is not a live recording; her fate is so unknown.
Meaning, if the footage is not live, it can be edited.
If the Governor of Ryloth thinks she has a chance.
Then the Governor of Ryloth is really quite so foolish.
Fate doesn’t play games with chance, knows a man.
So, as though pressing a button, as though a pause.
A man, Shade, Canton Higurh, looks and listens on.
“No one will help you. No one will save you.”
Despite the music, her heartbeat—the tune.
“Whether you die where you sit is yet up to you.
We all have to die sometime. People are blind.
They pretend to themselves they are in control
Of events when perhaps they are not.” No soul.
“Repeat after me. My name is Ryssa Kalayli.
I am the Governor of Ryloth.” Eyes are gone.
A guy, a Shade, the Ninja, Canton isn’t blind.
Isn’t deaf. On a vambrace, that lift descends.
@Sicadorito
Yet, when patience wears thin…
When…patience…runs…out…
Women…can bleed…like cows.
To fate, what is life and death, for that matter?
To fate, life and death is a house of slaughter.
People, animals, go in, and they never leave.
Their end is like the wind as time breathes.
A man is patient.
His patience is thick.
A woman is kind of wailing.
Her tongue is evidence of this.
Your name is Ryssa Kalayli.
Canton sits and steadily breathes.
Harmonhal, Karazak…
There’s a man…with a blaster.
A man with a blaster aimed at her.
A woman is so very terrified of him.
Karazak but not Harmonhal they’re in.
Harmonhal is the name of Government HQ.
In this dark basement, no one knows this room.
A light is still blinding her from seeing him as it shines.
Music is still playing, quietly in the background though.
Anyone who’s watching is just for now that one guy.
This is not a live recording; her fate is so unknown.
Meaning, if the footage is not live, it can be edited.
If the Governor of Ryloth thinks she has a chance.
Then the Governor of Ryloth is really quite so foolish.
Fate doesn’t play games with chance, knows a man.
So, as though pressing a button, as though a pause.
A man, Shade, Canton Higurh, looks and listens on.
“No one will help you. No one will save you.”
Despite the music, her heartbeat—the tune.
“Whether you die where you sit is yet up to you.
We all have to die sometime. People are blind.
They pretend to themselves they are in control
Of events when perhaps they are not.” No soul.
“Repeat after me. My name is Ryssa Kalayli.
I am the Governor of Ryloth.” Eyes are gone.
A guy, a Shade, the Ninja, Canton isn’t blind.
Isn’t deaf. On a vambrace, that lift descends.
@Sicadorito