THEATRE OF TRAGEDY
[This story comes from a dream of mine. The name is taken by a Norwegian metal band]. She wakes up in the morning and grabs one of Baudelaire's poem collections. Oh how, she loved his Poetry; all this Romantic terror mixed with corruption and morality issues. Sometimes, she, herself as a Poet, felt she wanted to have lived in 19th century France. She would have loved that. She would find a great inspiration for her art. As she delves more into Baudelaire's Poetry, she hears a loud sound, probably from the kitchen. Still in her pyjamas, she walks out of her room, holding an axe. She shakes in terror, as she doesn't know who could have broken into her house and yet, she can't think of herself getting into violence and smashing someone's head with an axe. She enters the kitchen and finds a girl, having breakfast at the table. When the girl sees her, holding an axe, she steps back and says in an exotic accent: "Easy, easy, girl! I'm not armed". "Who...