Some laments, hymns and requiems subjected them all to the torrents of darkness, the sweeping, glittering gallows of shadows and inky fixtures. They were not feathery conjectures, not streamlined honey, not sanguine serenades from silken silhouettes, but the daunting shades and shivers of a turbulent world. Fostered by grief, by hopelessness, by the sinking, tremulous decay of a heart that had long lost its mercy, the wounded, the bleak, the miserable traversed the world as woebegone art – when melancholy ceased, there was only the spiral of withering infamy to remember their decline into despair. They all suffered in their own perilous way, clattering amongst the runes and ruins of their twisted, distorted souls, seeking what life had to offer until what had been bestowed was taken back and they were then only given their true test of character; how to survive when all had been lost. She’d watched the earth bind blood into chaotic bedlam, she’d witnessed the tides roll into crusades and campaigns, she’d heard the outcries of dirges sprung from forlorn lips, she’d listened as echoes of the ruthless pierced, lacerated and destroyed the nuances and sentiments they’d come to cherish, and she’d fought to have them saved until they perished in the idle winds and rain. Portions of her had eroded and become messy, disturbing little rancorous buds, and when she’d held them up to the light they refused to bloom, forever encased in the wilted state of her harmony. They were cunning barbs and nettles, flourishing thorns that poked and prodded in the dangerously spun moments of silence, when even the mute glow of stars couldn’t hold onto snippets of tranquility, blossoming in the distress of inadequacy. Perhaps that was why she lingered along the archways and passages of ice, in the glade of glacial secrets and frigid, furtive chimes, where the mysteries did not echo back, where disappointments were not layered and lacquered at every turn, why she danced with a stranger instead of fixing her smile to the valleys and hills. In these chasms, she was not hopeless, in her spins and twirls, she was not worthless, and in the chilling courtyard of rime and stone, she was not inept, useless or inefficient. Lena</style> |
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iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 02-19-2013, 06:03 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 02-19-2013, 10:33 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 02-26-2013, 07:31 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 03-17-2013, 07:47 AM
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