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1. Baying Of The Hounds
The concept opens on a man who is trying to dissapear. He escaped from prison, and was being chased by hounds. While in prison, he nearly went insane. It wasn't just your average prison, it was home of some of the most brutal practices in history, and filled with so many diseases, you couldn't count even them. The fights, violence, and bitch-owning, to him, was a fate worse than death. He would much rather risk his life escaping from the man-made hell, than live in it for another second.
2. Harlequin Forest
The man runs into a forest trying to lose the searchers and hounds who were on his trail. He crosses through several ponds and streams in an attempt to lose his scent. After he is pretty sure he lost them, he runs into a maniacle figure. Face to face with this creature, he finally realizes that he is, indeed, insane. All those years in prison made sure of that. He falls to his knees, wailing for his self, because he knows society could not accept him after what he has been through, and also for his wife and child he will never see again.
3. Isolation Years
The man lives in this forest with the Harlequin for what seems to be an eternity, but he doesn't know for sure. He lost count of the days, and his wrist-watch was damage in his escape from the prison. He stayed in this forest for years, playing host to the harlequin and his madness, which grew steadily throughout the years until the man couldn't even recognize what was real, and what wasn't. He would mutilate himself, cutting and eating his own flesh, laughing merrily at the sight of his flowing blood. He felt no pain. He was being consumed by an overwhelming sorrow at the lack of his family. He didn't even know if they were still alive, or how they were doing.
4. Ghost Of Perdition
The man became elderly and decrepit. By this time, his madness was intense even beyond the commensurate of God. He knew he was slowing down, but he didn't realize what that meant. He had never experienced it, or even remembered hearing about such a process. He slowly walked into a glade, and shouted a lamentation that reached the farthest corners of the forest. Weeping uncontrollably, the man had reached the extent of his madness. A dark form was appearing in front of him, becoming brighter and brighter until it was shown clearly to him. It was the harlequin, laughing.... and laughing.... until suddenly it choked. The man was slightly confused at this time. The harlequin continued to spasm, and loudly the crunch of his bones were heard.... until the harlequin fell to the ground and molded with the earth. Did the man finally get over his madness? Or did it consume him to a point where he couldn't even exist? That's a hard question, the man thought, as he lay wheezing on the ground. As suddenly as the harlequin perished, so had he. Still.. he couldn't bear to leave the earth. Not yet, anyway. His madness had indeed become so incredibly powerful that it tied his very being to the earth. He was determined to answer one last question before he went to hell... just one, little question that could free him from his madness. He had to seek his wife.
A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew.
She held her breath for a moment, to pause off the stream.
Still clinging to vast, old memories.
And I would marvel at her beauty, playing through the rain.
The coffin is beautifully engraved.
Stained by soil, symbols of death.
All of which are stared upon, with porcelain eyes it seems.
Some spoke, and it was my turn to go.
In death entwined, I could not believe.
But it hangs around my neck.
A soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a second.
I knew it was the coming of spring, thus our APRIL ETHEREAL.
