"Excerpt of Mr. Madness' Diary"
Yesterday I had an interesting encounter. A man, probably on his fifties or sixties, sat next to me. His extravagant appearance would have raised my curiosity, had it not been due to the fact that I kept encountering interesting characters wherever I looked. Well, what is expected of a land where magicals (ahh had Mr. Moon read that, he would have hit me with my own suitcase) mediums come and go?
Anyhow, we both were waiting our turn to retrieve our supplies from a certain shop. He and me stablished and amicable talk about our own works and I must have had expressed far too much my interest in, well, systems or order. From then on our talk drifted to more political views - something I sincerely hadn't expected as all mediums seemed to have certain sore spot of that- He stated something that got me thinking for quiet a while and that it had distracted me from his own departure, " Wars won't truly end, they will just become more human. There always will be something to improve or something that needs change, just like the volcanoes destroy lands and at the end they are the most fertile of them all. All races are waaaay too prideful, but well, they are funny." Somehow I felt as if I had just had some kind of mythical encounter from a divine shadow or something, because really, it was plain out weird and true! And if I decide not to ponder on the fact that a woman asked me why I was talking alone, leave me be! I don't want more existential crisis, leave those for Moony!!
Hah, all this curiosity of possible ghosts and my possible last straw of sanity seemed to have brought inspiration upon me. Not my kind of inspiration, mind you, rather one that I never really polished that much. I have gotten quite rusty - not that I was any good at writing before - but it felt...nice to write an small poem about it all. Though it doesn't really capture anything, I feel as if words escaped me despite my wide vocabulary. I guess you can't really portray life, not with our languages, at least not yet.
"From one who has travelled
Far and wide,
...And the facts of endless skies
Were lies
As it all lay
In a black bay.
The clouds are more like paintings
Someone has made
As a thin glass,
Giving us space.
We, humans and creatures alike,
Thinking we know all odds
And the land that has been dead.
Could free us from our own fate,
We have brought upon ourselves.
We believe to be different,
When we always say never.
Magical creatures are not beasts,
They can think like you and me.
A vampire isn't just a thirsty monster,
They also had a father and mother.
Nor is a mermaid just a beautiful lover,
They have a world of bigger treasures
And the elves can be ignorant,
Yet powerless and afraid.
From the rights they still don't conquer.
We all have blood in our veins,
We can all feel pain and learn.
For we live in the same Reign.
Perhaps it isn't too late
And stop this wars of blood,
For the blissful blindness
May be a bit too much for us.