Love, Loved, Will Love

"I think he went this way!" the officer yelled back to his men who went running in his pointed direction. Booker watched through the crack in the door and pushed it shut. He panted and slid down the door, letting one of his legs slide forward while he kept the other in. He laid his head against the door and closed his eyes, catching his breath. The winds in Columbia howled through the boarded up windows, making the tattered blue curtains that hung in front of them billow forward, light poured overhead from the giant glass skylight. He opened his eyes and looked around, had ran into a closed down shop, possibly the scene of a Vox attack. There were very few things in the shop aside form the main counter, the shelves along both walls laid torn, covered in broken remains of food and cans. There was a small table to his left near the door in front of another boarded up window. He got up off the floor dusting his pants and made his way behind the counter. He crouched down and looked around for anything useful. Behind a flour bag he found a brown bottle, he unscrewed the cap and sniffed it "Whiskey.." he muttered with a slight smile. Luckily for him, the previous store keeper was quite the drunkard.He caps the bottle and stands up straight looking over to where the table is and seeing a figure sitting there, being obscured by the billowing curtain. He reached down for his pistol and points it at the figure "I don't want any trouble friend." he said putting the bottle on the counter. "No trouble here." said a slick voice. The figure pulled the curtain back leaning forward, Robert Lutece. "Oh...you people again." sighed Booker lowering his pistol, "Where's the other one?" he said looking around the shop. "Just me this time." said Robert straightening up and pulling the curtain behind his chair. Booker grabbed the bottle off the counter, holstering his weapon, and walked over to where he was, pulling an overturned chair up to the table so he was directly across from him. He sits down unscrewing the bottle and taking a swing. He lets out a satisfied sigh and offers the bottle to Robert who declines. "So what's your game anyway? Who are you people?" Booker finally says putting the bottle down on the table. Robert takes off his coat and drapes it over the back of his chair "That's not really important now." he says folding his hands on the table. "What do you mean not important?! You show up everywhere, you never answer any of my questions, you talk in riddles, obviously there's more to you two than meets the eye!" Booker booms, resting his bandaged hands on the table. Robert reaches over and puts a hand over his, Booker pulls his hand away "Whoa, not in this universe pal." Booker says lowly his eyes fixed into Robert's. The sun catches Robert's eyes and they glow brilliantly blue, he looks away "In this one it is." he says to himself looking down at his hands and back up to Booker. "See that's what I'm talking about!" booms Booker again becoming upset. Robert gets up and walks around the table and stands in front of Booker, he kneels down to eye level "Reality is what you make of it, how you perceive it, and how you chose to go about it." he says reaching over to Booker and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. Booker grabs Robert by the wrists stopping him from going on "I already said I don't go for that." he said someone hesitant. Robert smirks," That twinge of uncertainty in your voice says otherwise." he says coolly. Booker's eyes burn into Robert's, something in him screaming in some unintelligible language. Booker's hand shake slightly as his grip loosens on Robert's wrist. "It's not right..." he says slowly grimacing at Robert who remained stoic. "Right and wrong are directions for drivers." Robert snaps back and pushes past the tangle of hands, kissing Booker. Booker  flinches and falls backwards with Robert falling over him. "Dammit!" he exclaims and pushes Robert to the floor and lays over him, kissing him and closing his eyes. Robert reaches up and pulls apart Booker's shirt exposing his chest, he presses him in closer as Booker bites at his neck. Booker gets up off the floor, pulling Robert with him and presses him against the wall pulling his leg up as he kisses his neck. Robert pulls his shirt open as his flesh presses against Booker's. They both pant as beads of sweat start to form on their bodies. Robert grabs at Booker's back gripping his shoulders. Booker's hands around Robert's ass as he grips him tightly against the wall. Booker kisses Robert's chest as Robert pulls Booker by the back of the head and kisses him. Booker's hand slips into the back of Robert's pants as he moans, Booker's scruff scratching against his face. Robert reaches up through the back of Booker's shirt and claws at his bare back, Booker holds him tightly grinding up and down against him. Robert's eyes sudden perk up as he looks off into the distance "Dammit..." he mutters letting go of Booker and pushing him back. "I'm sorry." Robert says in a saddened voice. He rushes over to his coat as Booker turns "What's wrong?" he asks out of breath as Robert puts on his coat. Robert pulls his shirt closed and starts to button it back up, he looks up at him and smiles "Sometimes the universe gives you a time limit." the chair that was holding back the billowing curtain tips sending a wave of blue curtain flowing forward. When the wind dies down, Robert is gone. "You see?! That's what I mean!" Booker bellows as he looks up to the skylight, his open shirt blowing in the wind.

Shadowmere

these people in the hall
their shadows on the wall
they creep and sinch and crawl and inch
their way into us all
i wait with batted breath
the nightmare to arrive
the all consuming shadow
that was brought by you and I
I cant control my breath
I know im nearing death
the clasp of cold
a tale so old
you fill me with regret
you're the one I regret
the infestation I can't forget
you chewed bits from my heart
you cut out chunks and ate them raw
you made your own word law
you kept me down on your heels
ignoring what I feel
the thunder roars
my throat so sore
you choked my naked soul
the only thing I held
you slowly made it turn to dust

Chant

Shadow magic
you turn in the fire
a piece of moon
a pinch of stardust
the pot bubbles
the cackling in the night
dancers faster around the flames
they lick the abyss
as it bubbles the poison
a dash of souls
a piece of heart
it is almost done now
the drums bang faster
the warriors chant
old as the sun
it stops
the mist rises
heavenly bodies
distant quasars
swirls of darkness and light
universal magic

The old

Keeping the sounds alive
your drums and strings
wave at the moon
and let it bless your soul
bang yours drums
bathe under the stars
pull your cords and sing your songs
the voice of eons echoing
through the vast emptiness
the fire dancers
the shadows leaping
keep the tradition alive
warriors of the old world

Mirror

Little monster in the mirror
You move with me
Please set me free
To my horror
You're the face on my body
You're the terror
I embody
And with your tendrils long and blackened
you twist my arm
and do me harm
You streak the mirrors with long cracks
you laugh among my saddened face
you shatter my soul and off it goes
to a place far off that no one knows

Choke

It will wash you out to sea
the abyss filling your lungs
pumping into your heart
it'll consume you
thrashing and gasping

clawing at the shadows
down down down
there is no bottom
only darkness

Moth

Scramble to the light little moth!
The brilliant sheen of the morning sun!
The gleaming smiles of the deranged!
Fly! Fly away!
The light calls you ever closer!

The shadows seem so far away!
Closer little moth! Closer still!
You will burn
but you will burn in the light
Not shrivel in the dark.