るう Kuroha Rue

The dancer dances
The show goes on
The day I wish to remember I can't
Lost highway in my dreams
It seems endless
Rosial I miss him.
I am at another school

There is a town yet
I can't remember
where?

Days that I saw things big enough to change my world, when I was small. Now, so much older, a few days have their ways with me. I am on top. I am adrift. I'm at the bottom, I'm floating in the sea. The strength of me holding it all together. Please, where is a sun from which my planetary body can draw energy and meander around routinely. Where are other planets to dance with me?

Yet here my world is forged, hammer fall by hammer fall. And I want to paint the sidewalk, and spread ink over the ground and let my mind swarm the landscape, morphing it. I want where I live to be a place I constantly shape.

What was wrong with seeking the rising sun with wide open eyes and smiles, accusations of broken faces turning down to cracked ground that's full of bleeding. Breaking into the scene with a false self esteem, dancing all night to the tunes of nothing that play on the wind like serenades for the corpses that hum tunes to themselves deep in their six-feet-underworld. Now I fall into the mouths of caverns wide where angels fail to sing, forked tongues dancing with their lies. I'm so worried that star will fall from the hollow sky where blue used to show.
Wrath, God, I'd like some, be it ruin or not, I'm so terribly broken, and I'm oh so unspoken.

I am practicing still. I practice everyday, I like the bowling alley. The floor is a good place to do ballet. The garden is beautiful as well.

I shall dance
The crow will dance again
The ravens blood pumps through me

The bow at the curtain
Things are coming and we are the main course
we are the entertainment.

Fakir it is time to write.
I need to see the past, to understand this town.

Write for me so that I can escape and not ..
be caught in the past.

I am back in the dance.
Memories flooding and I am starting to feel whole again.

The raven is not my Father.

The Raven is a hungry bird that only wants hearts.
I was a fool to be it's waitress.

I am a ballerina and I cannot miss the next steps.

Find the balance betwen love and me.

It is just me and Fakir now. Duck is gone and I can't blame her.

I had been grabbed by rosial but I got away.
Yet I am scared. It runs through my body and I can feel it.
I lost my radishes in the caves. The ones I carry just in case.
Pale and I feel cold.

The souls of so many
The heart of a place
To do the steps
To dance with a balance
And a grace
I do my spins

Many say they can't dance to the music
Perhaps they forgot they could dance
Perhaps they have lost their dancing feet
Or simply the most comfy shoes

The songs still sing
The beat still plays
I still dance

I dance still
I dance and have balance
I walk the lines of fear and hope
I shall make it
I won't stop the dance
Never ever
Points to the end

This is not fun.
I feel for my pulse and it is slower.
I dance trhe dance of refusing to die.
The princess dances on in the opera.
Throat slit protesing death.
I don't want to be that princess.
Cause I know she would rise again.
Then eat the rest.

Where is Walter?
He was trying to cure me.
Stop me from becoming one of those things.

I am confused, not sure what transpired.
was I even me?
I been feeling sick to my stomach and just barely ate again.
I think I was used, or my other half was.
I hope I did not do anything evil.
Did I?

I felt him die. I think his heart just went. Like something shocked him so badly. Maybe he should have started with soft core. Our world had a horny cat but we never saw anything. I felt it...

It shattered my euphoria. The stopping of his heart . I feel sick what is wrong with with me?

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

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So fitting , but am I really like this? I follow my father to my destiny. Not sure where I am going. The prince of ravens knows my place. I am not whole yet. Why must it be now? Don't ask questions.

More deaths   I got to love this place.

I am   not sure how it all works here but it is creepy.  I Met the Grey girl breifly she was nice. Very Funny  and liked to help out.

I no longer need a Prince
I am no longer in that  tale
I am not sure what I need .

I died and was set free
To a place where it is dark
Darker then I 

As  we find the shards
I grow Stronger
Not physically  but  in conviction.
Kraehe   is me but she is not complete
One day she shall dance again, this time with a new purpose..

I do the dance  of  light and darkness combined.  THe blood and  the water flow as one.
I am not whole  but I will be again. The point of the dance is to never stop, Once it stops the show is over and  one ceases to have function.
Like  when I died there ,  I ceased to move . 

Is there still there ? 

Has it radically changed ?

I do the dance of joy and heart ache, there  is a weird contradiction in words and moves, sounds. I cannot be  Princess Kraehe yet. As Rue I feel limited, I could catch fakir and dance to the floor  but  I could not dance with a sculpture made from ballerinas. 

I remember a jewelry  box. In it had a ine legged ballerina . One had fallen off yet she is still graceful. More graceful then I .  Yet that is all she can do just turn cause she  is  on some type of  thing that just spins.

Mytho was in a blind rage and he choked me.  I could feel my body go limp the red rage in his eyes. Mytho   killed me  screaming "LOVE ME"  The entire time.
I don't believe in true love. 
I don't believe  in   princesses.
The story abandoned me.

My neck no longer hurts .