~Even Stars Can Burn~ (Story By Poetry)

[End~Moraine]

The Artist's Prequel

Call me what you will, but my will must be done,
and our world will end by the rising sun.
Call me the villain, but watch what you say.
With match and kerosene in hand, I can burn the world away.
For sticks and stones may break bones, the fire drowns all.
The Artist, the Arsonist, I tear down the walls!
This be not madness, I assure you, but simply revenge.
Only for the crimes committed and the things that were said!

A cold wind blows through the town of Hollow's Call,
where my story begins.
And in this city my single heart falls,
and that's all I have to give.

So call me what you will, but this is the start.
How I found the world should be torn apart.
Read these words flowing from the screams and the cries.
I wouldn't lie to you....if only you hadn't lied.
Dear Anne Marie, yes, it is you who is blamed!
You've given me the torment and that scratch on my name!
Through your catalyst I've found my perfect and art.
Through the wreckage and rubble, through the fires I start.

I'm the Artist, the Arsonist, this is my tale,
for all the things that were said.
If you fear darkness, and the dead skin so pale,
Anne Marie....I want you for dead.  

[End~Moraine]

When The First Building Falls

Well do you think she could see what was in store,
when little Miss Anna Marie,
snuck into the night, that selfish little whore.
Well she'll just have to wait and see.
Kerosene and a torch, for the woman you court,
Well was she everything you wanted to be?

Where do you think she is now? Screaming some other name,
with that b*****d of a man she's found.
When all's said and done, and nothing remains,
well Artist, will she be in the ground?

So tell me does she break your heart to pieces?
That woman that you court?
I suppse it's hurtful, dear Artist, to say this,
but she's of a very terrible sort.
And tell me now, you devil Arsonist,
What will you do with that selfish little whore?

And where do you think she is now? Walking back to her home?
From that b*****d of a man she's found,
When all's said and done, and your heart's turned to stone,
Will she be in the ground?

The room will light up with that yellow-ish glow,
and the Hellfire burns so bright,
She screams and you laugh at this wonderful show,
that torments and mocks the night.
Did she think she was fooling you?
So who's got the last laugh now?


And where do you think she's running to now? Down to the sheriff's door?
Tears flowing from her eyes, rolling down.
When all 's said and done, will you get what you came for?
Will she be in the ground.

"This isn't over!" Screamed the Artist. "There's only more to come!"
Off into the night you'll hide, I'm sure, off into the night you'll run.
No one is safe.
But there's only one life to take.  

[End~Moraine]

Stars

As the story goes, as only the Artist knows, the night was the darkest yet.
The town would come around, to hunt him down, for his maker be met.
Run.
Gun.
Sound.
Gone.
And the Artist still had fire get.
And as the Artist would hide, by the forest's side, the sherrif would come around.
With an angry cry, and a hit to the side, the man would fall without a single sound.
Blood.
Runs.
Down.
Fall.
And the Artist still had people to kill.

Where was Anne Marie hiding? Her world would soon burn down.
With tears and fear, and a hopeless love, she wished to stop the town.
But the stars in her eyes said something different, and this she knew to be true.
She surely couln't love a monster. Could you?
Sneak.
To.
The courthouse door.
And douse.
The porch.
In fuel.
With.
This match.
You'll see.
Just how.
He can.
Be cruel.

But Anne Marie wouldn't be caught, not just yet.
Perhaps, in haste, the Artist was soon to forget.
The back door had not been locked, and thus she could escape.
The Artist ran to catch her, but he was just moments too late.  

[End~Moraine]

Our Love

There used to be something between us, dear Artist,
but I know those days have ended.
The words you once extended in song have vanished,
and upon madness you have decended.
And the sun will rise, and the sun will set, and I will think of you.
Perhaps there was love sometime past, but I assure, that is through.

You want me to burn. I want you to learn.
That this will come to end.
Say what you want. I've had enough.
Where is my Godsend?

I never meant to hurt you, boy, believe that this is true,
Perhaps I am mistaken.
The men I've seen were nothing, nothing compared to you.
And the fire you've created.
You can burn the whole town to ashes and discord.
This story is of the most terrible sort.

Bibere venenum in auro, EGO operor non votum morior!
(Drink poison from a cup of gold? I do not wish to die!)
Ubi fumus, ibi ignis,quod is exuro amo sol solis.
(Where there's smoke, there's fire, and this burns like the sun.)
Res in cardine est, quod vos have iustus tipped ora.
(The matter is on a door hinge things are balanced on a knife's edge, and you have just tipped the edge.)
Nolo contendere, pro incendia vos satus offendo vereor in mihi.
(I do not wish to contend, for the fires you start strike fear in me.)

Our love will turn to dust.
Our love will turn to dust.
Our love will turn to dust.
Nostrum diligo mos incohare pulvis!

Our love will be nothing now, but I'm sure you already know.
And morning is coming soon.
The world doesn't deserve your fires boy, this I know to be true.
Or maybe I deserve to burn for what I've done to you.