I wrote this a few nights ago and the people I sent it to didn't seem to hate it, so I'm putting it on my blog. If you don't know who Queen Mab is navigate away from this rubbish to Wikipedia and wiki her immediately.
The Lady is approaches now. Clad in purple, she comes with a pocket full of monsters, monsters for me to fight and be tormented by. I love her and I hate her. I want her dead and yet without her my waking world would become unbearable. What should I do then? Should I endure the night to feel the warmth of day? Or should truly become what I knew I eventually would be, walking always through grey lands? Feeling neither good nor bad until I die?
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