red-stained-december

Meat Knives Blood Eyes Working man Sharpened cleaver Bloody hands Tired eyes Fresh meat everywhere Dumped in buckets Hanging from above Rotting meat everywhere Knives line the wall Blades rusted and stained Smelling like old iron The cleaver chops again A able drenched in blood Crimson bubbles between his fingers Dripping from the hanging slabs Pools of scarlet all around Bleary Butcher works all day long With a chop and a sigh And with his sightless gray eyes Bleary Butcher works all night long

Outside, the sun shone brightly; children ran through the streets, played ball in the park, and stormed the Gelato shop with sweaty coins clutched tightly in chubby hands. Outside, the butterflies fluttered from one pastel wildflower to the other; bees buzzed and birds sang in beautiful choruses. Outside, the world was alive, every piece where it was meant to be. Like a puzzle, each element fit exactly where it belonged. To look out the window, it was a perfect day. Inside, the curtains were drawn; the silence smothering as it echoed out every corner of the empty house. The seconds inched by, each methodical snap of the gears twisting the na

Perpetual silence: it's the noise that comes from the mouth of tombs. The sound that lingers in graveyards like fog, or looms over battle fields as smoke and carrion birds; such a chilling sound that the human body instinctively recoils from. Ivan had lived with it for days now, and he was feeling depressed and tired, his soul growing physically heavier from the negative energies radiating off his two partners. A partnership between Meister and Weapon was like that of marriage, that was what the Keeper had said at the opening ceremony, but here Ivan was with competitive sister-wives. Their souls were vastly different and their past, while he

"Brother, I'm- . . ." "Then go!" he suddenly shouted, fist slamming on the table. She watched him, almost regretting this decision, almost. She could see the pain he endured every time they took their things and left. The was he would longingly stare into now-empty rooms, or around the house, gazing so intently at nothing. Little by little the family of his house disappearing, leaving this manse and empty shell. Now, as she delayed to scrutinize the unusual bought of suppressed anger, in the dim light of the candles he had resorted to when money became tight, she could see diamonds falling from his dark eyelashes. He cried so silent . . . di

Echos were but imitations, the vain attempt of filling in a void within a shell. Of course it was to be expected, he had asked for absolute solitude during this visit, yet the hollowness of the once jubilant home made him long for the crowds of tourists if nothing else. A vision in black, the dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal stark white skin and lacking a tie, he appeared to be a mourner, wandering the halls in an aimless manner, a small case by his side. The beautifully preserved art upon the walls held little interest to him, as did the architecture. Large double doors led to his ultimate destination. The craftsmanship placed

There were so many things he didn't know, so many things he wanted to know. Ivan kept so many things hidden from him, he wasn't open about everything and it was starting to upset Alfred. He understood that some things weren't happy memories that Ivan would love to talk about, but did that mean he didn't have a right to know? He had brought up his teacher's nighttime mutterings a grand total of once, not because he got an answer, but because the look in the elder man's eyes made him feel so guilty that he felt rather forced to back off from the subject. One couldn't blame him though; it riled up a bit of anger to hear another man's name on the

She finally made it so no capitalist pigs stood between her and her beloved brother. She ran and jumped into his arms at such a force that it knocked him to the ground. Some passersby glanced at the two whom they assumed to be love-birds before shaking their head at such a shameless display, but hey, this was the Seventy's. Hippies and mud girls were just beginning to ebb, but still it was very much alive. Peace and love, right? As it was, Natalya was showering her brother with kisses while his American boyfriend just stared, not exactly knowing what just happened. "Uh . . . Ivan?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow, "What are you doing?" N

They arrived at the theatre. A few of the audience members had arrived, specifically those who were close friends to Yekaterina and her sister. They stepped into the auditorium to see Francis Bonnefoy chatting with their Chief, Djavakhi Pavneli. Also, sitting not to far away, looking uncomfortable to be dressed up, was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was the best mechanic in the area, but he was also a really laid back sort of guy. Dressing up was not his thing. Alfred and Arthur knew him from when they were in high school; he had been a hoodlum back in the day, but luckily got his act together by graduation. Beside him was his brother Ludwig who was

I have been in a rut for a while and now I want to write on something that isn't a story, but an analysis. And it will be on Germany, though not quite in the way as I will do later. Instead of giving you my head-canon, I am presenting a mini-dissection of one aspect of Germany. When it came to Ludwig's character, as I stated previous, he is the main focus of the story, but for so long, he was never seen as an actual three-dimensional character, which was more than a little disappointing. Look at the character song he had: I Am German-Made A very upbeat song, it rings with that charismatic patriotism I get when I listen to old speeches from

After the death of Mikhail and the vast expansion to the Pacific Ocean under the rule of his son Alexei Mikhailovich, Ivan decided to formally call himself Russia, since he was no longer centered around his capitol of Moscow. But his troubles weren't over just yet. Alexei had two families with two different women, both of whom Ivan kept at a far distance, but the children he was most interested in. From the first wife Maria Ilyinichna Miloslavskaya there were thirteen children, two of which were of serious note. Even though Alexei Alexeevich was to be Tsar, he was unfortunate enough to never make it. Ivan V, but he was truly of little note d

Sealand was so bored waiting for England to come home from the meeting. No one saw him as a country besides Germany and that was for war issues. He groaned in exasperation as he wandered through the two-story, Victorian era house. So old, there must be a lot of things that Arthur kept hidden in locked rooms and hidden passages. He smiled at the thought. Yeah right. The gentleman known as the United Kingdom had nothing hidden. Why would he? He had nothing to hide, well besides his secret fairy friends. But Peter couldn't see them, even when his older brother held them in front of his face. The young blonde opened door after door before runnin

With my thumb I flip the coin And watch it fall into the dark Watch the two sides conjoin One in the same, yet so stark One white and so pure The other black as night One must suffer and endure While the other takes delight They're so vastly different So unnaturally the same Their union is to lament Their lives a wicked game One a monster of the snow The other a child of the sun One listens to the calling crow While the other comes undone Their lives are like a parasite Feeding upon a host No one knows of their blight For he is just a ghost Oh winter beast Your heart carved of ice Upon him, why do you feast And keep the