You’re trapped in a show you have created.
You thoroughly know the spindle that spins
these fates that ensnare; these fates that aren’t fated...—
Three poems in one about how:
1. Watcher Grian views his agency,
2. What the agency actually afforded to him is, and
3. How he justifies his actions through his views.
A defence against Caelynn in Creative Life! ‘Malevolent Watcher Grian AU’ but make it canon-compliant — I always love interpreting Grian, particularly Watcher Grian as exists in cc!Martyn’s version of events (causing chaos to bring fun to the inevitable tragedy, lightening the emotional burden on the players), as someone who enjoys doing harmful acts but doesn’t want to accept that about himself. Instead, he presents them (to both himself and others) as something he had to do or something that had to go that way. Because of his debt to Scar. Because Jimmy punched him. Because everyone on this server steals and that’s how the world works. Because he was ‘just a little villain’, and the villains always lose (as he says to Gem as a ghost at the end of his episode). Or, here, because of his ‘aim’ of combating he Watchers and making the games easier for everyone else. Of course, this is all false, and an impressive showcase of c!Grian’s mental gymnastics — ‘lightening the burden on others’ is an excuse, not a reason.
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(Note that the poem below doesn’t have punctuation in the line-breaks. The punctuation differs between the different versions, and each individual version with that punctuation is posted in the author’s note below.)
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
You’re trapped in a show
you have created
You thoroughly know
the spindle that spins
These fates that ensnare
these fates that aren’t fated
Your orders declare
you sever the strings
You have to cut throats
and use what you save
To keep hearts afloat
to tie countless hands
No choice when you tread
on seventeen graves
This tightrope, this thread
your mind learns to dance
Versions with punctuation:
You’re trapped in a show.
You thoroughly know
these fates that ensnare.
Your orders declareyou have to cut throats
to keep hearts afloat.
No choice when you tread
this tightrope, this thread.—
You have created
the spindle that spins
these fates that aren’t fated.
You sever the strings,And use what you save
to tie countless hands.
On seventeen graves,
Your mind learns to dance.—
You’re trapped in a show you have created.
You thoroughly know the spindle that spins
these fates that ensnare; these fates that aren’t fated —
Your orders declare you sever the strings.You have to cut throats, and use what you save,
To keep hearts afloat; to tie countless hands.
‘No choice when you tread on seventeen graves’:
This tightrope, this thread, your mind learns to dance.—
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