She Played Solitaire

It took about sixteen hours to fly from Edinburgh to Hong Kong. Hours spent reading a personal diary that spoke of who he was during his past years in Scotland. The adventures that bordered legality and those that could threaten his freedom, all written by hand and bound in black leather. For him it was a keepsake but it could have been viewed by others as evidence. He knew that it was in his best interest to destroy it but there was an old sense of justice that lurked in the back of his mind. A voice from a younger self saying that everyone should be held accountable for their actions without exception. His time would come and that day the whole truth should be set free and so he kept the diary as it was the only record of that period of his life.
Upon arrival in Kong, a smartly lady dressed in white met him at the airport. She was expecting him but she was not expected. As she stepped out in front of him to announce her presence he side stepped her to meet his scheduled rendez-vous while mentally noting the face for future reference. She did of course resurface at several points during the making of his new life asking him to get in to a taxi. One day, after she had ceased appearing for three years, she turned up once more. He got in to the taxi and was never heard of again but the diary. The diary was in different hands.

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Same Old Song

The manipulator dropped one pace behind the hymn while announcing the enemy ahead. The hymn inquired who this enemy may be, seeing nothing more than a startled old couple under a neon glare. “Your family” came the reply and yet the people before  hymn were complete strangers.

Six Kings

Another sacrifice
For the Temple Of Why?
Lost a fight
Then chose to die

Don’t tow the line
Don’t be the crime
Don’t look at yourself
And say they’ll be fine

A dying breed
Set these foundations
From the art of the Way
To your glorious nations
The trailblazers
Without compromise
Gave you their all
Until their demise
No word of thanks
Was ever asked
Will you pick up the mantle
Get to the task?
Or be another wish
I had the power
To be the one
In that desperate hour

Don’t tow the line
Walk with the blind
Just look at yourself
And get there on time

XXIII

Puppy eyes
To hide the lies
I see right through

I believed in you
For a while
But now you’re just another secret

The Angles

A detail from The White Devil’s Dozen becomes personified to symbolize The Tethered God.

Angles and colour scheme are in place but I still need to draft up more sketches for poses and movement as this is a stop motion project that requires a certain fluidity to contrast with sudden cuts.

Modus Operandi

Bound by an unspoken code and thrown in to a life of deception. The Devil put their heart in to sure hands for safe keeping. There was a long journey ahead with many paths written in blood. The undoing of what had been done and the liberation of future days. Retribution would bring redemption but first the bloodline had to be secured.

Passing On

A field of green
In the summer sun
My dark sister
By my side
Singing me her song
There is something wrong
My body is broken
But it is not my time
She whispers
Rise and conquer
Turn and face your fate
There is no time to waste
I stare in to her dark dark eyes
She smiles
I nod
And we part ways once more