Love-letters to the DIVINES:

LADIES and LORDS of this realm. I remember YOU ALL,
YOUR sings and your BEINGS and WHO I have not seen, I have asked questions, to find out about this and that  in little chats - behind so often breached walls.

I always called YOU up with my deepest respect towards YOU  I know YOU are aware,
as I have spent plenty of time tending my own business and simply sending prayers to the many of YOU. Why? Cause I dare!

But for now....like a time-quake, being an result of a force, whether YOU our DIVINES or otherwise, that changes the events of the past, I must be gone.
This realm made my true nature, in being a TRUE Jester, prone.

The following now are answers, no one listens to, even though simply asking so many questions:

Oh, so sorry, I was gone! And this for way too long.

I was caught up writing down things that have truly happened, for the all of you! However: you must not worry! I am still the same!
Such a big shame!

In my dreams, where the truth can bloom, not using the feeling of feeling unique! Man, cause clearly: it damn feels good, just to be the way I am!
As like the ring of endurance, which glows with a sense of otherworldly stability, here again, trying to catch up with Ophilia's weatherworn skin having the appearance of good ol' leather, I was only after a tan!

And now your eyes are like the size of THE moon.
As, once more, I return with a huge boom.

Sheepish wolves, wait! Just don't put your teeth on me?!? Innocent beaten back bones, THEY grace me with the poems and make it strange. I wasn't born as an undead.
I am blessed by THEM, just instead....

But you have nuffin better to do, than to speak with HER or HIS tongue towards me.
I am not like the ceylonese ring, a simple band of intertwined gold and silver.
After all silence is golden talking is silver. All in all I am a mix, more like the MAYAN ring, woven from not only silver  however also brass, copper, and gold.
My soul has to the many of THEM, been sold!

Do you think by accident? And then those jealous archers (gosh, she is really some handsome Jester)...while I am tucking fibs (??? Haha..hahaha..hahaha...*cough) into a secret little lambent cookie jar. Beware! It is true: innocence will have the glow!
It will, end of the days, show!

If you only knew, what THEY can do! I know it is sad that I am like the stygian pendant, bearing the form of the great black boar, the symbol of the LOGOS etched in gold.
MY soul has clearly been sold (to exactly HIM).

Yes, I am small! Just like my non existing flicked falling floating cards. but I am not too small to talk to the DIVINES, I am after all the one, which does, is depending.
I dun have the sappire scul pendant, extending number of curses, swift-curse magnifying by six and additional three seconds to jinx, around my neck pending.

And some are seemingly upset from hearing the truth and act all up like we were all together in The Weaver's Arms, that rowdy, unpleasant inn - located in Loramere, Erran (and yes, I know  again some are like uuuh...oooh...However, go there for a beer! Take the one, burnished to a faint sheen and sadly dented from past impacts on stubborn surfaces, having yet a great stunning copper brace reaching around the rim.).

: sending prayers Hello LORD Clementius! Is it true? Are YOU just like I imagine YOU are? This massive DIVINE behind a weaving chair holding all the threads? Would it be alright, if we just have this little prayer-chat? Just for me always wishing to know so much stuff? Or will it lead me into becoming perhaps a septacean? Maybe the one called mudback?

In return HE gave me, to show me that he appreciated my great question asking prayer so much, a big ol zapp.

And, yes! I have also sent a prayer in advance to HIM, saying that I will share this story.
The all of you must not worry.

So: while you are sprouting sons and daughters and need to take care of (honestly meant! It takes a city to raise a child, Dame Ariettie once stated, I clearly agree!! My deepest respect to anyone who has done so!) such great important job,
I was discussing things, to perhaps turn into nuffin more than flat black globs
(of slime, perhaps IF I am lucky, with seven fleshy tentacles twitching beneath my newly shapeless underbelly, to be constantly searching for ships and other prey, with a beak-like mouth releasing shrill, terrifying shrieks, *doff*).

I still have no clue what HE might look like but then again: no big deal.
I am (and now the all of you know, so curious you were!) in love with Helios, our Achaean SUN, as we of course all know sometimes referred to in our literature, this way. THE SUN makes me, just like a snake, loose all my wrinkles and off old skin goes, to let me fry in HIS pan, to just simply peel.

And with a having such love to HIM (for the ones who are still skeptic: HELIOS IS clearly a male-name, even LADY SOL is clearly female...but enough about this (for the all of you) shnit and shnat...) like that, who cannot stand frenemies? Or ones who do not wish to acknowledge the truth?
In love with a vast star, composed of elemental ire and pure life energy not unlike that clamped by nicorns and phoenixes, I am blessed from my little toes straight to up my pink roof.

If I go to OBLIVION, will you come with me? (What are YER signs? Lemme know! Oh, but yeah, again - we all know, don't we? Eets of the third eye, the iron crown, the twin and and a flaming spear.) we know these things about our GODS...

So say: will the all of you come with me? Naw...Go, go, go...spin your circles around me  the only punishment I will ever accept is the one of THEM  may THEY turn me into a shrub (whee!), I hope you now see?

Go, go...go...see, Vorbak, the fence, pulled around me...
perhaps find me in the monastery gardens, in the holy sanctum?
After all, my stories are all just simply plain made up and clearly dumb.

Oh, such torcherous things...LORD Pandemonium, YOU, the one named also the GOD of Strife, being the one of of meddling, antagonizing and trickery. Perhaps I should hide behind YER Nuskuwen hero?

<< So try to cut me down to size.
I hope you understand, I dun care, I hope you now realize.

All in all I know YOU just wanna make me dance, seen me do it, located just across the street, with my so very hot pretty little bum.
While I was losing my Jack, just for fun....

So 2 YOU: may YOU keep daring me  I dare YOU 2: come, kiss me on the forehead;
show YOURSELF and YOUR true love towards me, before I am dead!

End of the day, I perhaps played YOU the whole time now?
And I say, YOU welcome! In a perfect night, after all? I am like Tajira, the seamstress, her being dressed soon in my skin  YER pretty little gone-away-cow.

MATE, YOU are clearly caught up in my crossfire, game over  I know all the moves YOU try to make.
There is no more defending! This, if YOU keep up preppin YERSELF, is clearly the start of OUR ending! And when it is over? I will still stand. And I will clearly bash YOU up into little crumbs, YOU piece of cake, cause all in all? YOU are fake!!

So? Who of the US is playing safe now? Think I am still afraid, YOU foozler??? I never turn my back to the vultures, get the picture now?
I am higher, I swear and pray to the DIVINES, I will reach my destiny, I am not YOUR victim. Who is the one now to bow?.
I will not take any second longer to do such of YOUR so called will.

I dun have to pay, towards YOU, clearly straight off nuffin  not any single bill.
I AM the one, that flips every realms upside down,
not even having a crown!
So for YOU, and YOU know, I was never into cash, my dearest SWITCH!
I honestly do not give a damn that YOU (perhaps only) pretend to (play-->) say YER rich!
I can turn my life into a good dream  so, yeah right, end of the day? I was always dumb, and YOU won?
Naw...I swear, if YOU dun stop  YOU clearly got problems. No more rhymes for YOU, and please excuse, I am clearly sorry for myself and the times I tripped  but I now will see YOU fall....I am not wasting my time, for nothing to change  I tam taking it to a different level now, so GET down, for my newest shnit! I AM the one to keep getting LOUD! AND things will change..glad YOU get this news!!! And YER attention just keeps on rising, wasting YER time...>>

And some of this now goes out to the believers  put a loop around the neck of deceivers, take em down  never stop praying, if you do not? Trust me: ye might become in a way taller than hill giants:
LORD Pandemonium took the black spotted leopard as HIS divine symbol.
Oh, I seen that kind of leopard before! Not too long ago, only a couple few hundred years ago...
How did that happen? Perhaps HE is coming back?
Or perhaps HE was making aware of HIS SISTER?
Naw, I prolly was on some kind of weed, (yah, right) looking for my Jack!
If you wish? Look at my left foot and and the huge big blister.

...and you clearly have the right to just simply call me odd...
I am not more than like yer little fish on yer fishing rod (while I am being tangled in a cat-fight, losing my Prickly pear)...

And to be honest, I have decided to read nuffin of the all
of you, may you have, or not have to, tried to, just like Remick, the troll cook, sizzling burgers on the hot iron bars, grill me like some barbecue, nuffin at all during my absence. I had other important things to learn. Such as about our dearest Hanae, the leader of the Murai, being small, petite, and judgmental.

While you were up to great fantastic stuff and perhaps greed 
I already fed my jewelry to the seas, cause diamonds are made by THEM and yes: I DO trust in the ALL of THE!

Sugar-Cane(s) (sticking very close to the King's Chess- and The Ace of Spades-card behind my ears (Ahem! Write THAT it behind your ears, little one..) deep in my hair) and my ink running down loads of papers to share all of these words...
On the other side: the all of you: quickly our frenemy is there!!! Let's grab our swords!!!!

Let's take her down now! She is unprepared and small!
Hey, LORD Twilight! If it is YOUR will? Why not? I am after all also YOUR ball.

Perhaps all start the praying again to LORD Caspian, he was such a fickle deity with a quicksilver temper, too.
And yes, I am still missing my shoe!

Just like Proteus (*peer), who created the gauntlet of the roaring wave for LORD Caspian in ancient times,
once more: go ahead! Feel free to pluck my rhymes.

I know that honestly? You clicked your heels and wished for me to return.
Someone  for the frustration we so badly all have deep inside of us (except 4 me)  for LOGOS sake  someone MUST burn!

Best wishes, to the all of you, may you stay safe! I clearly have no beef with the all of you 🙂

On a short side note:
Will not read yer rants, they are clearly way below my knowledge  half the words you write  I doesn't understand them anyways...just a waste, like I am for you, for me, too, sorry to say  but I do, never the less, allow you all to take my words once more for yer quote, in yer own notes.

And yes, I must be off now, again had such a time, I know, you will miss me dearly... however... other things must be taken care desperately in my dreams,
that are very important for me and I cannot therefore furthermore let you use me as your powder to powder yer self-asteems.

End of the day, once more just full of unraveled words, good LORDS!

Come to think? Perhaps I should have rather became some sort of priest,
instead of this ugly little beast!

Not sure really that the realms would be prepared for this though  cause just perhaps I am just like gleam? A highly addictive, snort-able drug-
bug.

Now I am off to OBLIVION, take good care of Mr. Cluckoo and Mr. Honk, you, the all -
this realm has clearly changed for me way too much. I will not end up like Dacian, being beheaded, and the lots of you let me being played like in the year 300 AF during the sack of the Iron Citadel, as a little kickball.

This realm was once very funny, interesting and truly important to me.
The ones who can remember, can clearly see.

It is also not about King Valerias deSangre and your "wars of succession".
You again once more, got the wrong impression.

I am not like Moneo now, making a career dealing black jack.
I am perhaps end of the day, quite clever, who will ever know? Got all my necessary stuff already in my backpack.

Seen the all of you, know the all of you.
IF you are lucky? Find my shoe 😀

Perhaps the ones who truly understood my words and appreciated my stories.
I am quite sure, you guys will clearly be alright, I have no worries!

And up I go 
with the promised glow!

Good night, may the DIVINES keep blessing the right ones!
As the beautiful and clear eternal night arrives perhaps once more  leaving you with bid-farewell-tones...

Yours true faithfully,

The Jester,
to be remembered

You can  if you wish - cause you miss me so much  look up once and then again how truly beautiful I was born, with my kind of almond-shaped-like little tsol'aan-body. Nearly almost everything was noted in my love-letter to LORD Sarapis 🙂 - P. S. I think I might have been blessed with HIS eyes *sparkle

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 914 AF.