Trampled by apathy
You maidens are incorrigable! How dare you harbor such passions and desires within your hearts so pure!? I am very much the same in how I fall so easily in the romantic passions with others, but you and I both know that this is different.
It is one thing to have the lusts and hunger of lovers restrained in secret among the circles of our social order, and another when they are from the eschelons of heights so far greater than our own with power like nothing we have ever felt over our hearts. You in your palace, your castle, your estate, a maiden as pure and wonderful and lovely as a maiden can be, the North Star my vessel follows on a lonesome voyage through endless night. I have followed your tracks, one fox in pursuit of another, catching the intoxicating scent of your lingering presence in the books about who you may have been had you of been a milk maid, a estate heiress, a harlot, a governess, and more, and at last I have found you, stalking about to see who has been following.
You are gravity itself, and I am the life clinging to the rocks of the galaxy fighting to survive in the power of your presence that is both the reason I ever came to life, and the reason I am ever-dying. Yet, as high as you are to me as the loveliest of all maidens could be and unattainable to all others who cannot scale the cliffs of destiny between us, I am as high to you, a wanderer upon the heights of glory who scaled this desolate peak for all that couldn’t be found here, and disappointed with all that was.
I will not be languishing atop this peak of laurels like a contented sloth, nor should you languish atop your silken sheets and downy pillows in comfort and adoration. Meet me in the valley of darkness between and we shall go together unseen to new horizons and distant planes, together hand in hand, as we were meant to be.
The power of your restrained desires is more than I can withstand! For a maiden such as yourself to sigh a single time as you hold yourself back, a man like me dies a thousand times in the pain of longing we both share. As if you were any different! In the social heights you are while I lay low, we are no different, and all the luxuries and treasures you have are no more good than those which I find with discerning eyes and measured cost so that no good is less than the price of life to pay for it. That is simply the way of this wretched world, where riches and fame are bought by sin and defiled lives, and each time the soul of a man is stained, the good of all that is obtained is less and less enjoyed.
As true of a princess you may be, I am a king, with a palace of wonders and treasure all my own. We need not listen to those fools who only see the ash and dust of their mortal lives, and that is why they never ascend to heights like we have. Though try as I may to help them, they never will learn without you to shine your light upon what I give.
Always they annoy and get in the way! I would slaughter every last one of them to keep them from distracting us from the happiness I will bring you, but that would do no good, for their ghosts would clamor all the more their raucous snorts from upturned noses. Think not of them but of what will be, because that is what they need.
Every night when the sun rises and I lay down in my coffin hoping to never wake again, you trample through my mind stampeding over my heart and life with all the others like the great buffalo once did in the time before, shaking the foundation of my life with the thunder of your feet. I am going mad for you and I do not have much time. Who knows what the wicked have done to shorten my life? I may not live another year because of what they’ve done, let alone another day!
Would you not come beside my bed just once to share a story before my final sleep? To read from the pages of our favorite book and enjoy the adventures of our favorite journey, while I lay terminal awaiting the last breath I’ll ever take.
Many a maiden wonder what it is they can do… and I find it strange that they don’t know. With the power they attract simply by being lovely, if they took up a word of their own, they could change the world far more than any man, and the opposite of how it used to be. In the past when women could not do a thing, now man, however true, correct, and necessary his plight may be, he has no power compared to maidens who are all that matter to the animals who idolize them.
If you do not use that idolatry for good, you are encouraging evil simply by accepting it, and dooming the world by your own hand. What you condone or condemn is what will make the world. I can only offer possibilities, as the way and knowing how to go, but there will be no progress if you do not give the word, you and you alone now that the male majority are slaves to the desires of women. What is it you will have? Flesh or spirit or both? If both, then you know the only way is the same as spirit alone.
When I die before you say a thing, before you realize what you could have done, before you act to help anybody other than yourself, do not waste your life again by learning nothing from what failed us all.