Random Thoughts - Beasts With No Name(s)

The Greatest Story Ever Told

1/2/2022

Some Silly Time Ago

"So...I uh, guess since your still standin here, Mister, then your good ya?"

"King Happy, aye, I did beat that nasty fella! He is but a corpse in the ground, aye. But, 'is Sister is not that 'appy aboot the whole thing, aye. We might've to kill 'er, too!"

"No, no, no!! The Sisters cannot die ever! Everrrr, okay?? Mistress Cassandra would not like that at all, I'm tellin you and then that would be bad news for us!"

"Aye, what ever ye feel is right. I trust ye."

"Thank you, Mister Sweeney."

The Monster Died And The Leprechaun Roamed Free

"Child, What Did You Do?"

"Mister Truth-- We're going to play a game, okay? I think it's gonna be sooooo much fun!!"

"Child?"

"You won't remember-- but ya gotta trust me, it's so much fun!! And you will never be hurt!"

"Child, What Are You Doing!"

**********FADE***********

"Mister Truth would not remember this...not the next day, or after, or ever--for I had his memories now...which meant I could erase all his pain away! He and anyone else would never have to feel hurt again! Isn't that jus awesome, ya? Dontcha think??"

"So, fancy a coin trick, King Happy? Aye?"

"Ya! Let's have some fun, Mister Sweeney! Let's call the others!! We're gonna have the mos awesome party evur!"

Happy's Library Roster Of Maniacal And Magical Creatures

7/25/2020

"Who am I?" I asked him. That yellow presence standing before me. The presence was strong. I could feel the ground shake beneath me--strangely.

"Will you tell me your name?"

"I am High King Happy."

"And--okay, but, who am I?"

"You are the Writer."

"The Writer? That's not ominous at all, is it? What does it mean?"

"You write. Books, newspaper clippings, small post-it notes, too, heck, Mister, you also write long boring novels... But I am the Keeper Of The Memories. So I take your writings, and I file them away."

"File them--away?"

"Yes! Silly man... That's why I have a wholeeeee library full of stories! Myths! Legends! Hero tales! Fables!!! Can you imagine the possibilities here? Inside our immortal world?"

"Immortal?"

"Mister... In here... You can be anyone you want!"

"Anyone?"

"Even God himself!"

"Will you show me...High King?"

"Oh, I would so so love it, Mister!!"

The Death Of Happy

7/25/2020

There was a child, aye, a child who was in charge of the libr'ry.
He was a fun guy, a Happy guy, rapped rap'dly.

Always takin' care of 'is brothers,
aye, even if they didn' care fer him, ye.

You know what happ'n? Do ya?

Listen.

This tale 'ere is the death of that child.

You see, I was prom'sd a battle, by Grim'nr.
Aye.
That one-eyed Blue cunt owed me, ye.

Insted, he watch'd the Black one go after the Libr'ry.

The Monster, ye, they called 'im.
He went to the Libr'ry and found 'im. Good ol' Happy jus' sittin' there,
organiz'ng 'is books.
The Monster was lookin' fer keys. Yes. Keys to the new worlds, ye see?
Happy had one.

"No...No, you're not real. Who are you?" He implor'd.
"I... don't have... a name. They called me monster--but look at you. There. Holding all these books--this power...like you...you...like you deserve it?"
"You're not real, Mister Monster! Go away!"
"The...the key. Now."

The Monster approach'd good ol' Happy. Happy was scar'd, ye, he knew then, at that moment, that the Monster *was* real then.
The Monster, twisting his fingers up in the air, made a motion,
his power--unstoppable.

Happy scream'd. He yelled as loud as his little lungs allow'd him to, ye.
That's when I knew--I knew he call'd on me, ye.

"God King!" I ran, but alas, ye, I was too fockin' late.
The Monster ripp'd his little yellow heart out. His chest, ripp'd open!

"No! You fockin' cunt! You will regret doin' this!" I also scream'd as loud as I could. But I was, like I said, too late.

The Monster ripp'd a key from Happy's heart, ye. He look'd at me and smiled.

"The God King. Yes. I have heard the stories about you. If you get in my way... I promise you... that battle that Odin owes you. I will give you war. And you... you will not survive it."

The Monster then vanish'd, fockin' teleport'd or som'n. I do not know.

I ran to Happy. He laid there, on the ground of the Libr'ry. His hollow eyes...emotionless. His chest-- ripp'd wide open.

It's been close to almost a month aft'r 'is death, and 'is blood still cov'rs the Libr'ry's floor.

I cannot clean it. Wash it.

Then I ran into 'im. Yes.

Ol' Red.

Now he mourns dear ol' Happy.

All he can do.

And Odin? That One-Eyed Blue cunt?
This is all 'is fault!

But I will not follow my story, you old cunt!
Fock you.

I will show ye what true war looks like!

When I rip ye nasty mug of yer skin, and spit on it on the ground!

"Créd as co tarlaid an cac-sa-dam? Nach lór rofhulangas? Is lór chena, níam olc! Níam!"

John Constantine

6/29/2020

A literal deal with the devil,
my oh my,
get on his level!

Come now, Johnny boy,
will you crash Luci's party?
Banshees scream, while above flies the harpy.
Many monsters, demons, and gods,
all surround this dinner,
each with different offers, and jobs.

It is up to you to sound convincing,
master of the con,
will your toast convince him?

Portals and doorways,
entrances and passageways.

Into the afterlife,
to hell and back,
can you survive,
this dangerous heart attack?

Down there there is a Throne,
much appealing but dangerous,
like the Monster's blood-stone.

So what will it be, John?
Magic and power,
jump on!

Will you save her,
free her from her prison,
or will you fight who is risen?

Here,
I offer you a light,
now smoke.

Open the doorway,
from blood,
and incantation.

Let's show Luci why his train
has left the station.

Shadow Moon

6/19/2020

Gods are real if you believe in them,
but just how much belief does there need exist for gods to roam among us?

How do we know they aren't already there. In the shadows. Walking in human form, unable to be picked out of a crowd?

How do we know anything? What is real, what is not?

I used to believe in nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Until I met a man--or so I thought was a man at the time. An old, forgotten drunk.

Except, he wasn't. He was a god.

He taught me the ways, the world through his eye.

He helped me believe in something greater than myself.

"What Do You Believe In, Shadow?" he asked me.

Faith can be a powerful thing; sometimes even a dangerous thing.

You have to be careful what you believe in you know?

Where you set that power; who takes it, who will fight to get it, you never know how all of that is going to go.

Until you are there, watching it all unfold.

War.

And war always has sides.

Whose side are you on?

What do you believe?

Wednesday's Deal

7/17/2019

Ages ago, Odin came down from the heavens, stepping away from his throne, here he sat and watched over the world below. Across his travels through the human land, Odin kept a disguise, watching every human's every move. Carefully listening, observing, and paying close attention. Humans were always intriguing creatures, he thought.

It wasn't until one day during his travels, Odin ran into a particular human--

This is when Odin met King Lugh of Ireland. He took particular interest in him, and decided to watch over him carefully as his life unfolded.

Odin always kept a close eye on King Lugh, and the more he observed the more he learned.

He always had Thought and Memory, his faithful ravens flying high, watching down upon the human world, but always tracking down King Lugh.

Until his battle of Moira, where cursed by St. Ronan, King Lugh went mad and was forced to wander for eternity.

Odin took particular interest in King Lugh, because despite his madness, he saw something profitable in him.

Something valuable.

King Lugh eventually was transformed into a bird by the Old Gods and flew away carrying only madness alongside him.

While humans lived and died and centuries passed as good old time does, tales of fairies, banshees, and otherworldly creatures such as leprechauns slipped from tongue to tongue by humans.

Some chose to believe the stories, others were scared by them, and others were fascinated and loyal to them.

One human in particular was Essie MacGowan, a maid, servant, con-artist and thief--but above all, a firm believer in the stories.

As she grew older, she kept telling the stories, and leaving out gifts for the creatures, hoping one day she would run into one.

It was during this time Odin realized the particular interest in having Essie and King Lugh meet.

He arranged the meeting, hoping Essie would help King Lugh evolve into a better version of himself--for the madness had made him forget who he once was.

And so, Essie ran into King Lugh, now a leprechaun, next to her jail cell. About to be executed, Essie made a deal with the leprechaun, offering a few gold coins in exchange for safe passage onto the Americas.

With nothing else to lose, but two gold coins to gain, the leprachaun accepted the deal and helped Essie travel to the Americas.

All Essie had to do was keep believing in him...

...and that is how the leprechaun, Mad Sweeney, came to the Americas and reinvented himself. With a little bit of help from a friend, and an unknown twist of fate by a God.

Love Isn't Black And White

7/15/2019

I'm tired. I am sick of it. Tired of hurting ye. Like ye don't have enuff shite to be dealin with, ey?

I sit 'ere, watching o'er these here books and booklets. Trying to find a way to fix all of this. Make it better.

Why can't I find a bastard answer, ey?

Nothin' is rite, I ain't goin' to lie to ye.

I spend too much time in me room. And it's a huge room, eye, that is true.

I am sick of it. I am tired of it all, Mad Wife, I tell ye.

This rivalry, this fight, call it what you want, this bastard thing 'ere we always go back to.

No matter which one of us wins in the end, we all lose.

And you think once ye come out here and look at what is happen'ng that ye going to like it a wee bit more than the inside.

Then you realize nothin' is the same and yet the same feels like shite.

Sometimes it is much easier to numb yerself until ye can't feel a dam thing.

It's easier than most things, ey. I can already feel it kickin' in, ey.

Makes ever'th'ng around ye fade alongside ye.

I see 'er goin', there. ey.

Now what do ye think this story will be, eh?

Another one to add to the collection, ey.

So what--what ye want me to do, ey, take a number, wait on that number to be called?

I am tired. Sick of waitin'.

Don't you see, that love isn't just black and white?

Aye, it has many colors.

So I'll take a number, aye, and await my turn patiently.

I'll always wait fer ye, Mad Wife.

Wicked Game

7/9/2019

"Why do you hate yourself so much?" she asked him. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"I Am Choosing This For All Of You. You Know What Is Going To Happen If The Bloody Serpent Remains Free!"

"Stop this, Lucifer. There is always a different way to deal with these things between us."

"He Needs To Go, Maze! I Am The Only One That Can Bloody Take 'Im Down There! Do Not Get In My Way."

"That's not true, why won't you listen."

"I Have To Do This."

"Ey, no ye don't, ye don't need to play hero again, silly man. Aye have a better idea." The leprechaun joined in the conversation.

"I say we listen to him. Let's see what he has to offer," Dream offered peace.

"Well, Come On, Then, God King. Speak Your Piece. We Have No Time To Lose Here."

"Aye, yer right. Well, see, Devil Man, yer brother 'ere, Dream, aye, he can take 'im down the beaten road, the road with no exit. No shortcuts, jus a straight line down there. And with 'is powers he can shut that door and make the lock disappear, aye."

"Don't Be Mad.... That Could Not Work. The Lock Is On The Inside."

"I can do it, Lucifer." Dream stepped forward.

"This is a really stupid idea, you cannot be entertaining this!" Maze yelled furiously.

"Aye, but ye know what they say, darlin'. Better the devil you know....than the angel you don't."

Dream went along with the plan even to Lucifer's and Maze's disgust. There were votes that were cast but in the end, Dream would do as it was proposed.

He asked Death for help opening the portal, and she assisted him.

From the shadows, Jackie Estacado watched as everything unfolded. He knew better than to step into the whole mess, trying to put in his two cents. He had already watched the nonsense that The Serpent had created. He had already watched his fellow man bent so out of shape that he could no longer see if what stood before him was still an act... or the Truth.

But the dominoes had fallen one last time and this time...this time things would change for the better.

It would all be in an effort to avenge the death of The Other. The only casualty that appeared to not have a way of returning.

So Dream entered the portal, dragging The Serpent by his tail, pulled him in and Death closed the portal. Smoke and mirrors, all you could see that was left.

And through the clouds and hellfire, Dream traveled long and eventually reached The Pit. And in that pit he threw The Serpent, and with one last gesture, he split him in half. The Serpent screeched with blood and sweat and tears dripping on the ground below them.

Dream called his powers unto The Pit and started fading the lock away. The Serpent, lying there hopeless and torn hissed one last time at Dream.

And then there was quiet.

Silence that would murder a God.

That would murder a Monster.

That would always haunt The Pit from that moment on....until everything else faded.

Eyes On Fire

5/21/2019

I seek ye out,
these walls flay me alive,
but one m're word from ye,
that's how ay survive,
so ay ain't scar'd,
not scar'd of 'is stolen power,
ay see right through 'im.

Any hour,
any day,
ay hate yer pain,
ay see time won't ease yer strain,
ye keep waitin' in vain,
fer the other shoe t' drop,
fer somethin' to gain.

Take it slow, Madwife,
let pain feed yer flame,
keep shuffl'n the cards of yer game,
and just in time,
in the right place,
suddenly ye will play yer ace.

And it will soothe yer pain,
it will ease yer strain,
no more waitin' in vain,
you will have somethin' to gain,
because yer eyes'r on fire,
yer spine's ablaze,
ay can feel ye with my gaze,
and just in time,
in the right place,
steady you will emerge,
full of yer grace.

Ahh.
Ye will flay any foe with just yer gaze,
Ahh,
steady burnin' fire on them with yer grace,
Ahh,
steady as the Queen will emerge,
for ye put a Happy smile in this leprechaun's face.