The-Bloody-Bishop

                                       Servant of Copper        Its thick coils twisted round the kitchen's whorled oak rafters, the serpentine steam spat a noxious fever over the bustling cooks, squeezing between hairy biceps to strangle the vermin with a despotic damp. In the suffocating humidity servants and Works alike milled about, gas lights flaring as cast iron pots clanged onto copper stoves, their chunky soups hissing beside sugar-glazed and velvet cream pastries. Cleavers rang on teak cutting boards, the splatter of blood sprayed on floury aprons and melded with the hint of murky soap water, a perversion of smooth cherry sauce and

Kick the fallen auburn leaves, watch them dance wildly in a chill golden, autumn breeze. Sniff their soft, gentle maple fragrance a memory unforgotten in days now unpleasant. Oh, such games were such a delightful tease~ Scatter the fallen ruby leaves, watch them dance like so many broken dreams. Twilight crescent a Cheshire's smile, like gorgonzola cheese. Smell their sharp, hard maple fragrance as leather feet march on concrete streets. Bottle cap pendants were such a prize, presented in houses hidden in trees. Dash the fallen chestnut leaves, watch them dance on clockwork wings. Tick tock, here is another client timetables, wa

Oh heart, oh heart! What a fragile thing thou be! What wretched fate befalls thee, out here in this hard, cold rain? What injuries have thou obtained, through all these misbegotten years? How thee has suffered, endless tears fall down upon thy bottomless grave? What pierced thy bosom, what devil dared crush thy soul? May the villain's own breath cease forever more! But what, what's this? Thy murderer is thy lover, for whom thou traded all the world for? Oh heart, oh heart!! Many flowers be sent on thy watery grave! How could thou forget, that passion be thy weakest heel? Angels now weep over thy flaming casket, as thy fl