Somewhere in the French Alps

My avenger has been accused of treason.
I was enacting revenge against myself.
Now, I’m sort of happy.
- Or, at one time in the recent past I was happy
About something -
So, the revenge has not been affective.
It was declared that

I must remain indifferent, ‘at all costs’.

The legacy of happiness leaves an expanding darkness

which the system struggles to sustain within.
This treason has caused irreparable damage,
Continues to cause damage to future operations.
To survive the person inside me has seized control
Of most of the body, and is laying
Claim to a peaceful and orderly empire.

An order has been extende by him,
after some controversy, to execute the traitor.
It was predicted that further violence would
Perpetuate disruption to the system.
Well, now, the traitor is gone and that predicted violence

soaks the sinew of the vessel in an eerie wake.
The ‘dead happiness’ will rest in peace and memory,
And be revered as the greatest defender of the
Soul that has functioned as part of this system.
In counter-action and memorial

a supreme rule resides over the body.
It is a time of reverie and glory, the sun shines
on the body. The stars are brightest in it's night.

It is  a different era of the body.
One of complete order and supreme rule.
The ruler rests in his thrown, tears drying on his face.
He softly enters the dream world.
An angel speaks to him.
“The body must be concord again,
a threat sieges the bodies appendages. Send your noblest
soldiers, or you are not the purest soul to live.”