S is for Shelley

The only power I had in Paradise was to choose my name. Byron and I took those of rebel poets from a lost world remembered only in book and tales. Our names gave us the courage to raise A Rebel Song in Paradise. Cast from the church choir, we were given to one of the Pale Lords of our holy city who dwell in great estates apart from simpler folk. Byron and I were separated, tended by Lord Ruthvyn’s doll-like servants, and struggling to find our way through the labyrinthe of living art which is our master’s estate. We’re starting to see what’s On the Other Side of the Mask Lord Ruthvyn and his servants show to the outside world. Byron and I are losing ourselves and each other as we become part of our master’s world. Our only hope is to hold on, to find Lord Ruthvyn’s lost humanity with our songs. If we don’t, we’ll lose ourselves, our mind, and become part of our master’s collection of statues, paintings, and other furnishings whom were once like us. Caught between Paradise and mad decadence, it’s all we can do, not to slip away.