A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. Ix

"For the mighty woes of our desperation, our much need'd embark, an appraisal of valor. I must lead this army to uphold virtue." Prince Alarumdives strode upon, seeking the contempt of his desires. The King and his bastard portrayal, left feelings of emptiness, though closed. Upon awaiting the outcome of this mighty showing, he did bring forth the maiden, Geinere. "Your blasphemies supposed, confuse me woman. Conjurer of elementals, this sudden mise of war. How you? How you Geinere?" "A dove's cry, a looming hawk, nowhere to be found, this bit of fear, for your filth and dishonor, I will concede. I am at no mercy for you, this meditation of murder and failing innocence. . . ." II. For the tempest and its accusal. The portrayal at no delay. Be it sorrowful, melancholic, poor Geinere, her burgeoning grave, the king's declaration. "Poorest dear, the gleeful glances you will, appreach'd of lechery, this wise King fallen upon." ""These battles brought upon this kingdom from afar. . . the Gods, surely their vengeance for this decadence and disgrace!" Geinere spoke with Venusian flame. "You, oh glorious you Geinere, debauched, acts of such mindful lusts, betrayal, a moment's freedom no more, imprisonment, mischievous!" To no delay, Geinere, under way. For the mournful maiden, the deceitful treachery, so falsely accused, this bitter resolution, patience her virtue. Geinere, speaking sharply as her pride erupted, questioning the royalty she was to respect and admire. "Why, why this unfathomable beast, and its deafening capture, the hypocrisy and its right, falling from grace, may there be victory, for my Prince and his love. The Gods, I do ask, betaking repentance, this kingdom of Martyr!"