Graffiti on the walls

"If I find you any further than the Metellan again Savana.." His grip tightened around her wrist with a narrowing of eyes she did not shirk from. She smelled thick of the smoke, of the fire. The guilt worn heavily as a mantle upon her shoulders, "You can't keep me out of your garden, General."

To die in the ashes. In the flames.
To rise again as something else.
Try, try to keep the Snake out of the Garden.
This defiled Eden too shall be mine.


1st day of En'Kara (1) in the year 10,157 CA
A fire broke out last evening in the Garden District at 17th ahn, between Achilles and Nykus Street. The fire is presumed to have started in the Novus Initium estate and spread to neighboring residences causing significant damage. One of the residents is thought to have perished inside. There is no word yet as to the cause of the fire, however foul play is being investigated.

Vernal infernal
First day of the first turn
Novus Initium
No pardoned propitium
It burns
A furnace
An oven
Ashes left to feed the Garden soil.

Toil and trouble
There, amidst the rubble
Last Hand the blade drank from two
A quill-pusher left dead
A skin merchant's throat bled
The worm has turned
Piss and blood
And oh so much mud
No man is safe in his home.

Dew Drop
Dropping dew
Then the blade turned and dropped you
Erstwhile cup companion
Found Lucius abandoned
Pilfered and poked and run-through
Eighteen days in
It started and continues anew.

Are there osts in the alley?
Black rain in the valley
Of the narrow and twisted
Should-be-resisted avenues
Brush the sing-song from your shoulders
There's your pride before the fall
It is a murder by numbers
That humbles you all.

-Graffiti//Author: Szol