Excerpt: Requiem: A Descent into Madness & other disturbing haunts

First Movement: Introit: Requiem Aeternam
“Exaudi orationem meam, ad te omnis care veniet.” – “Hear my prayer, to You all flesh will come.”
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You might call me an observer of life. You might call me a recorder of death. You might even call me the scribe of fate and destiny. Whichever you choose to call me, you would not be wrong on any account for I am all of those things and more. In the great plan of existence, I am the composer of life’s songs and of death’s dirges. I am Requiem.
I have had, since the creation of the universe, the thankless and heretofore, unheralded task of producing the symphonies of life and death for the amusement of the gods themselves. Did you think your existence was of no importance? Did you think your life would go unnoticed? Quite the contrary, the essence of all human life, the very scope of human nature is of interest to all.
It is my job to take what I observe of life and death and produce a chronicle of existence. It was the idea of my father, that all life is precious and what better way to honor it than with the beauty of music. And who is to deny the wishes of the great god Apollo when he demands the symphony be written? But, perhaps he doesn’t always appreciate my interpretation of the life I’ve observed.
It is often easiest at the end of the life, when the truth is most clear, to draw the inspiration for their life’s symphony. The stories are full of the depth of emotion, raw honesty, when there is nothing left to cloak reality. It is naked, vulnerable and exactly as it should be. The truths could not be truer, the regrets could not be felt more deeply, the lies are expunged in the whispers of dying confession. There is for me, no other way to obtain this, the purest form of life.
So, I follow my father’s orders to produce my symphonies, but I do so at my mother’s elbow. As each soul feels her ice cold shears closing around the fragile thread of their existence, their minds explode with every episode that made up their life. From these last moments, I take the essence of their lives and create the ode to their death.