Naimo and the Queen

 


Soft rain.
Cold morning.
Even sunrise longs to go down,
and Naimo carefully traces her paintings-
"King of all things Tired"
His old armour,
and all its lost meanings.
"Guardian of Despair"
Shards he is made of
from her own pain.
"Rose of Enthropy"
Its thorns bearing death.
Its blossoms bearing life.
The same way she sharpens her knife.
Today is a sad day,
but has to be done what has to be done.

Memories obstruct view of the light,
and fills eyes with painfull tears,
and fills tears with heavy thoughts.
Memories of blood.
Of her father.
Drowned in red.
Memories of mud.
Of her brother.
Laying there silently.
Memories of night.
Of her little son,
and hole in his head.
She still laughs remembering the day full fulled by her worse fears.
A spark of insanity before she crumbles into tears.
"Mass Murderer only targeting wife-beaters" (Naimo)
the only child of this young lady was only four years old!
     ....but the spider never stops....

Naimos brush is filled by magic of death,
Naimos mind is filled by memories of hate,
and so with every line, the paintings get stronger.
Her only son!
How could she!?
Death can wait no longer.
The queen of spiders has to fall,
before she kills more innocent.
Ravens sing on the rooftops.
The Black Eyed dances in the shadows.
As Naimo - the Painter and Morbid Tarantula - the Queen of spiders,
finnanly meet face to face.
At Naimos place.
Rooms full of paintings,
on walls decorated with ornaments.

Black chairs.
Black tables.
Empty room full of lonely toys.
"It is Honor to meet you,
Painter." (Morbid Tarantula)
Says the Queen from black and grey.
Only her wrists shine violet-blue.
Painter is silent.
"Please, accept my greetings." (Morbid Tarantula)
Painter just stares.
"Are you mute honey? Oh, i apologize." (Morbid Tarantula)
Killer said and sat down in the kitchen.
Naimo closed the door.
Gently, yet with fear and sore.
"Will you tell me, my young, charming lady,
Why have you invited me?" (Morbid Tarantula)

"You have killed my father." (Naimo)
Says the Painter silently.
"So she DOES speak!" (Morbid Tarantula)
"He would never raise his hand against his wife." (Naimo)
"If he was among my victims, dear Naimo,
he had to earn his place among them." (Morbid Tarantula)
"Yet you filled his wounds with your knife" (Naimo)
"I would not hurt innocent.
I understand it is hard to accept it" (Morbid Tarantula)
"You have killed my brother" (Naimo)
"It's the same story sister" (Morbid Tarantula)
"I'm not your sister!
You have killed my son." (Naimo)
"i am sorry hon,
but all men are Pigs,
and all pigs must DIE!" (Morbid Tarantula)

"Then so shall you Queen of Pigs!" (Naimo)
"What is your plan honey?
how will you kill the undead and immortal?" (Morbid Tarantula)
"Guardian of Despair protect me!
King of all things Tired, put on your armour!
Let the Metal Bird rise once again!
Kill every spider your eyes will see!
and Rose of Enthropy!
Spawn the nightmare of the Lady in Black herself!
Spread fear that digs!" (Naimo)
and so shards spawn from the "Guardian of Despair"
Orbiting the painter.
Next to wall apears knight.
Shiny armour, sharp sword reflects light.
While in shadows - tiny particles of pitch-black nothingness form a monster.
Small, sharp, chaotic flesh of the creature from nightmares of the Death herself!

"Tear our ''guest'' appart!" (Naimo)
Commands Naimo the Nightmare firmly.
But Morbid Tarantula with her army of spiders just laughs.
"Fool!
I was born from magic!
I can not be killed by it!
Your past might be cruel,
but worry not, your future is not going to last long!
My children with teeth, break her shield!
Swallow her creations, destroy her art!" (Morbid Tarantula)
and so Naimos flat became a battle field.
Spiders swarmed through windows,
through holes in walls.
Filling the kitchen, filling the halls,
but the Metal Bird stood firmly and full of life!
While shards of despair repelled any attack spiders offered.

Suddenly the Queen of Spiders felt the weight of her limbs.
Just like back then,
when after beating from her beloved husband,
she lied into that warm bath with opened wrists.
What a second ago seemed drowner in ages,
now felt like yesterday.
Tarantula stood frozen, just like her fists.
she saw black liquid pouring from her body,
and Naimos hand holding the knife in her belly.
The day was coming to an end, and it was time to pay for sins.
Spiders slowly dissapeared.
Sadness floded Tarantulas face.
She realized what she has done.
She killed this poor girls little son.
Last beam of light touched the last tear her eyes still had to offer - the last drop of crimson she was bearing.
"You won'T ever hurt anyone anymore
... ''sister''! " (Naimo)

with her last breath the former Queen of Spiders formed the word "sorry"
but Naimo coudn't hear it,
and now she never will.