Lena melded and molded her frame back into the whims, the fancies, and the ornate deities of poetry. The evening hours lent their brooding flesh, their crawling shadows, their slithering, sinuous, haunting design, so that as she roamed it combed her virtues, left them secret, kept them safe. The twilight songs bestowed their grief, their laments and their tortures so that she may find words to their dirges and requiems, so that as she scoured for runes and ruins she could place the phrases into ethereal contentment. The nocturnal reverie allowed her to escape into midnight quandaries and queries in silence and hushed tranquility, accompanied serenity into the sculpture of radiance and beneficence, polished the divine scriptures of her tunes until they became background harpsichords, whispers woven into the sky, the air, the earth. The muses imparted their wisdom upon her silly, compassionate mind, so that when her mind tried to unravel the mysteries of the dawn and dusk, she’d be sheltered from their cruelty, their misery, their woes, and tied back to her persevering, passionate strength. The earth granted her a path of gentle, harmonious rays to follow, tracing the lingering courtyard of the moon as it blossomed, bloomed; the ivory flower of gloaming oils, Stygian veils, surreptitious, specious exploits. Swept away by the wind, on strings, pearls and lace, she was carried into the flickering, icicle abyss, wandering, traipsing along the walls of frozen rime and nonchalant brawn. She’d lost angelic fragments in the caverns, scattered them amongst rock, rubble and hardened stone, misplaced their smiles, laughter and delight, sacrificed their unguarded warmth for determination and valor. Even now, as she became a seraph in the dwindling eventide, in the hushed breath of quiet and rapture, she did not search for them. Pieces of her had been rendered to ashes, and she gifted them to the ambience of another chiseled reverie, gone to find its place in the lulled snippets of time. The darkness crooned its feverish, selfish leisure, its tumultuous, turbulent design crooked its delicate, bony fingers over her features, and she turned away from the bowing embers of yesteryear, of tears unshed, of prayers never heard; ceased chasing cobwebs. Innocence torn asunder and shed for the might of a nation – it made her stronger, it made her mightier, it gave her light when the tainted coils strangled, and it gave her hope when the kingdom seemed to run out of such bleak convictions. 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
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 03-21-2013, 09:13 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 03-23-2013, 07:25 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-01-2013, 07:12 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-06-2013, 06:51 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-13-2013, 07:56 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-20-2013, 06:09 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-21-2013, 08:57 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-21-2013, 11:14 AM
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