Change was an inevitable barrage – she’d embraced it once, in the woods, beneath the boughs, the warmth, the grandeur and solace of another time, another place. Now, she was afraid, frightened, of the abyss she’d sunk into, and ventured, wandered, for the strings of unattainable answers. She sought the snow, the Steppe, to cleanse her soul, wash away the agony, the pain, the distortions and anguish layered and lacquered to the grimy entity she now contained. Fixating, chilling, cool and forgiving, crushing and extinguishing the blighted circumstances into attainable truths; she’d saved her brethren from monsters and demons, she’d attempted to extricate beings, children and mothers, from a world holding them chained, locked, imprisoned. Sometimes the wires, strands, lace and ribbons of her footfalls, of her composure, of all of her trials and tribulations plaited together and wove a knot in her heart, threatened to ignite, to explode, to diminish all the whimsies and fancies she’d collected. Soft petals, rough pebbles, bright, effervescent fronds and blades, crooning gales and bubbling, mirthful whispers, christened and anointed, as if they were to never be seen again. How long had it been since she laughed, since she giggled, since she smiled and grinned, danced beneath the celestial whirlwinds and glanced forward, determined, stalwart, and brave for the future? Where had her resolution faded – in the beckoning of cannons, in the prowess of soldiers, in the haunting, poignancy of deadened emotions and crushing, gnarled apathy, leaving her essence barren, sullied and stained, just as damned as the rest. Divinity seemed only surface level, scarred and damaged, blemished and caught in the ruffian parallels of twisting, turning, anarchy and chaos, where hope and virtue seemed eager to die, wither and decay, fermenting on the sienna figurine, neither nymph, nor sylph; angelic qualities washed away into tombs, battle cries and violent symphonies. Blades too sharp, too punctured, too serrated, like elongated, piercing rapiers, had pierced deep into the rhythm of her songs, of her warbles, trills and chirps, silencing the arias, the ditties, the strains into hushed, sketched, traced tranquility. Lena</style> |
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Snow Angels - by Kahlua - 11-23-2013, 11:31 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Lena - 11-26-2013, 04:24 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Faelene - 11-26-2013, 07:19 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Kahlua - 11-27-2013, 06:06 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Lena - 11-28-2013, 02:35 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Faelene - 11-29-2013, 11:18 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Kahlua - 12-08-2013, 01:56 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Lena - 12-15-2013, 03:00 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Faelene - 12-27-2013, 11:37 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Kahlua - 12-31-2013, 11:49 PM
RE: Snow Angels - by Lena - 01-01-2014, 04:29 PM
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