Razed to the Ground


I am the master architect. I will amaze you as I create golden cities that reflect the magnificence of our relationship. With glass and chrome I create those skyscrapers that soar high into the air as a testament to the sheer height to which I will take you. Clean, sparkling rivers run through the centre of these cities, spanned by intricate bridges. The stonework on the most elegant buildings bears the hallmark of the master craftsman that I am.

My technique and brilliance surpasses anything that you have seen before. Carefully landscaped parks and gardens provide a verdant oasis at different parts throughout these cities, a haven for flora and brought to life with the sound of birdsong. Beyond the city limits lush meadows undulate away to the imposing grandeur of mountain ranges. I keep the sky an amazing azure through out the day, save for sunset when I allow a few clouds to wisp across the horizon and contribute to the breath taking hues of red, orange, yellow and violet that I weave through the sky. My empire is vast. It is resplendent and awe-inspiring. It is all my own work, achieved through my careful application of building something worthy of representing our relationship. It is built on the most solid of foundations, from the most reliable and durable of materials. There has been no corner cutting, no use of cheap and suspect stone, wood or steel. Nothing shall fall but instead it will prevail for ever in tribute to you and me.
Yet for all this splendour that I have single-handedly created I will take a match to it and bring about an all consuming conflagration. I want to see it engulfed in the inferno of my making. It makes no sense. There is no logic to burning down what I have created. The wanton destruction of such beauty is abhorrent and flies in the face of any reasoned individual. The flames burn with such intensity that the steel melts, sizzling drops of molten metal that scar the stone which fractures and crumbles. Glass shatters, blackened shards that collapse to the ground, the noise of destruction masked by the roar of the flames.
I will stand and watch this terrible destruction with a twisted grin on my face, my hollow eyes reflecting the shooting pillars of orange flame. You are knelt beneath me as I hold your head in my hands, forcing you to watch this display of carnage and obliteration. Your tears stream down your face, cutting through the soot that has adorned your features, the heat haze shimmering before you and your sobbing inaudible compared to the fierceness of the fire that will burn for days.
I will build you an empire and then I shall raze it to the ground. That is my way and it shall always remain the case.

16 thoughts on “Razed to the Ground

  1. Violetta says:

    1. Well, we know you like fire.
    2. You don’t particularly wish to hurt animals, although you did let a dog escape into possible danger, to annoy a girlfriend.
    3. I don’t dare ask.

  2. njfilly says:

    My God, reading this, does something to me.

  3. lisk says:

    Destroy it yourself lest another destroys it first.

  4. Janna says:

    Can you explain why you would do this please

    1. HG Tudor says:


      1. WhoCares says:

        You pyro, you.

        1. Lorelei says:

          I use my junk mail to burn in my fire pit on my patio. I like to burn things too. It is fun and I have special pretty wood that smells nice in a cute little wood holder with little accessories attached. I have all sorts of fire burning accessories and marsh mellows and hot dogs.

          1. WhoCares says:

            That sounds nice Lorelei.
            There is something to be said about fire.
            By the time I escaped my narcissist I could chop and split oak, birch or pine in such a fashion that I could evenly control the fire, on a open fire pit, to cook a full course meal on most days.
            Burning pine with lichen on its limbs is most aromatic.

          2. Lorelei says:

            I love fires. My fireplace is burning now while I pursue morning intoxication. I see a book shelf off in the distance to re-design to a deep chocolate brown. I’m going to YouTube/Pinterest this project. I also have a shiplap bathroom project in my head.

          3. WhoCares says:


            I need to have a huge bonfire.
            There will be booze involved.

          4. Lorelei says:

            I slept for 6 glorious hours. The world is better for it.

          5. Violetta says:

            I have a non-working fireplace (old house converted into off-campus apartments). Sometimes I put a bunch of candles on the hearthstones, usually in holders with orange and yellow shades, for a Cozy Fireplace simulation.

            If I’m intending to pass out, I’ll use the battery-operated flicker lamp. There doesn’t seem much to stay conscious for, these days.

          6. Lorelei says:

            My fireplace was dead for a few years but it’s good now!

          7. Violetta says:


            Btw, I love the Smurfette gravatar.

          8. Lorelei says:

            I’d say it’s my favorite avatar ever!

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