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.

4 thoughts on “Razed To The Ground

  1. psychologyandworldaffairs says:

    Sparked my creative side πŸ˜‰

    I look up at you, tears glittering in my eyes. I hold back the tiny droplets valiantly, where they might otherwise trickle down my cheeks unhindered. No, I refuse to shed even one in your presence. Later I may sob in silence – but you will never see me do so.

    Why? The question burns as bright as the flames around me. But no answer can be gleaned from your expression. You look almost satisfied at this destruction you have wrought and utterly devoid of any emotional attachment. β€˜Who are you?’ I whisper. I no longer recognise the man standing before me. This man I loved and vowed to stand with for all time.

    I reach out, a tentative offer of reconciliation. An expression of hope. I should hate you, but I am not ready to turn my back on what we had. Some things are worth fighting for. Your demeanour told me you would not be receptive and I am not surprised when you shun and push my hand away.

    I look at the destruction around me in despair, as the once glorious city where we reined supreme, is slowly reduced to ash. I know my limitations and recognise I cannot save it alone. Anger now chases away my initial anguish. I do not deserve this!

    For a time you understood that any unjustified attack would be met with defiance. You were careful that I be manoeuvred into saying things I should not. Ensuring my sense of justice and fair play would accept your anger and dissatisfaction, even when I felt it was out of proportion.

    I slowly get to my feet to face you. Part of me yearns for you to show – even if it is just a glimmer – some acknowledgement and regret over what you have done. Your eyes remain dead and devoid of any empathy to my feelings. I need you to care. I cannot let you just walk away unscathed, while I am left to pick up the pieces in bewilderment. My sense of fair play will not allow this.

    I can be no more or less – than what I am. Just as you can be no more or less than what you are. I also know the upcoming battle will not be a fair one. Can you hurt and torment me any more than you already have? β€˜Yes’ the wind whispers in my ear. I accept the truth of this – even as I engage.

  2. Joa says:

    Not true.
    I was building.
    He has destroyed.

    When he spurned it and lit the fire, I bombarded the other side.

  3. Asp Emp says:

    Wow, reading my first comment on this article last year shows how little I knew about narcissism and how much my ET was ‘blocking’ my ‘clarity’ (LT)…….yet, it also can be considered an instinctive response (knee-jerk reaction because of the skewed ET)….. my words? “Heartless, absolutely heartless”.

  4. A Victor says:

    Is it ET that makes me want to just be in that beautiful description and stay there forever? Is it the fantastic way it is written? This one always makes me sad, why can’t we just hang on to the beauty? I know, intellectually, the reasons now but the emotions still make me want it. Ugh.

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