A rhythmic dazzle can consecrate even a vicious overlord into an ecstacy.
A rhythmic dazzle can even consecrate a vicious overlord into an ecstacy.
However, a dazzle cann’t consecrate itself into a rhythmic entity.
For it is the ecstacy of the vicious overlord which converts an unrest into an unruly behaviour that can subside into a vicious joy for his overlordness.
Because he isn’t a vicious overlord.
He never was.
He always was the rhythmic ecstacy that could’ve dazzled himself.
If only he could’ve waited before he could ponder over his existence. Over his meaning.
If only he could’ve stopped in time to save a nine.
Because a ninth life awaits in a realm far away from his self.
And it cannot wait until he chooses to. And then shall he shine as a lord which fragrants never viciously but only chooses to joyously dance in his ecstacy.
Because he always was the rhythmic dazzle.
But he chose to thimble around and wait for the stars to shine in his joy.
While he was the stars himself.
While he always was his own endearing. But he couldn’t see it. Because he couldn’t wait for a moment.
Because all he took for himself was a moment to forgive but never to forget that he couldn’t forget.