>>96604522Arkham Arkham Arkham.
I'm Falling.
Oh Mother, what tree is this ?
What wounds are these ?
I am Attais on the Pine.
Christ on the Cider.
Odin on the world - ash.
"Hung on the windy tree for nine whole nights wounded with the spear." Dedicated to Odin"
"Myself to Myself"
I must see my Refection to prove that I still exist. Outside I hear the dragon coming closer Closer. Desperately I peel the tape from the Mirror Breaking my finger tips Strip by strip.
Until I stand revealed in the glass and I stare into old familiar Eyes.
MOTHER !
I must have fainted then for it is Morning When I next open my eyes.
No Longer able to tell where the Dragon Ends and I Begin
Yet am I Not the Hero ? The Man of Destiny ?
Have I not Confronted the Great Dragon ?
Where Then is My Grail ?
My Treasure Horde?
My Final Reward ?
Arkham Asylum : Serious House on a Serious Earth
MIRROR TIME MIRROR TIME WE DRAGON NOW
