//------------------------------// // Song 1: The Art of the Flesh // Story: Currently Unnamed Journal // by Zyggy //------------------------------// That night, when all was quiet, I was changed again. This time, I became tall and powerful, looking as though I could beat both Celestia and Luna at any test of might. Knives came, and a large broken knife cut into my head and fused with my skull. It was at least a foot or two long. My wings were formed next, these ones with several attachments to my sides, the feather being knives again, shaped to slice through the air and any unfortunate enough to get in their way. My wingspan was at least three times my height. Funnily enough, armor came made from more silverware. “You are really trying to get me sick of these, aren’t you?” “No, I am merely taking advantage of the simplistic obsession you have to enable you more power.” “How so?” “Your proximity to these objects will comfort you and put you in ‘the zone’ and therefore enhance your capabilities.” “Clever.” As the armor fused to me, a mirror appeared. The sight I saw was a marvel. I towered over my old size, at over two or so times that height. My armor was a comforting silver/gold/ivory/bronze coloration, and where my cutiemark would be it showed an exact multicolored replica. It covered almost my whole body, leaving only the wings and horn unexposed. My eyes could barely be seen. “Are you ready to begin?” “As per usual, Nightshade.” She brought the corpses, and I worked them carefully to make the perfect Shells. She then used her Philosopher’s Stone to bring them to life and bind them to our will. I asked her if she could bring me back with it, and she said that drains the Stone. This next part is a little disturbing, as it goes over the act of making the Shell. Therefore I wrote a little song I sang while working, to keep my mind on it. Thread by thread, stitching it together The Demon’s shells, cutting out a pattern snip by snip Making sure the flesh folds nicely It's the perfect feel and so fresh Always got to keep in mind my pacing Making sure the bone is correctly facing I'm stitching all the shells Corpse by corpse, fussing on the details. New neckline. Don't you know a stitch in time saves nine? Make her something perfect to ‘inspire’ Even though she hates formal attire Got to mind those intimate details, Even though she's more concerned with ‘sales’ It's the Demon’s new shells Shell making is easy For this one something pink This one something breezy Blend color and form, do you think it looks cheesy? “No, not really.” Something brash, perhaps quite fetching Hook and eye, couldn't you just simply DIE Making sure it fits forelock and crest Don't forget the magic in the flesh Even though it rides high on the flank The zombie won't look like a tank I'm stitching Demon’s shells Piece by piece, snip by snip Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip Thread by thread, primmed and pressed Yard by yard, never stress And that's the art of the flesh Stitch by stitch, stitching it together Deadline looms, don't you know the master is always right Even if my skin choice was perfect Gotta get them all done by tonight Master, the color is too obtrusive Wait until you see it in the light I'm sewing them together Hour by hour, one more change I'm sewing them together, take great pains Luna, you're putting me in a bind Master, what is on your mind Oh hell, there's simply not much time Don't forget, zombie’s skin must shine Shell making is easy Every spirit's call Brings a whole new revision Have to pick up the pace, still hold to my vision All we ever want is indecision All we really like is what we know Gotta balance power with adherence Making sure we make a good appearance Even if you simply have to fudge it Make sure that it stays within our budget Got to overcome intimidation Remember it's all in the presentation Piece by piece, snip by snip Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip Bolt by bolt, primmed and pressed Yard by yard, always stressed And that's the art of the flesh