This was not a poet’s whimsical prose, but a laureate’s disastrous symphony; serenity severed, reverie ruptured. Wavering on caustic lyrics: acidic, rancorous and bitter, a brutal, restless, and unwavering tempest had risen from a fiery din, a crackling fire ignited and instigated from kindness, from benevolence, ripping, searing, dousing until all that was left of her existence was the daunting periphery of a world she’d thought she’d escaped. The stag had changed, altered, from magnificent majesty to distorted duplicity, drawn up a mask he’d kept hidden so that as she stared upon him all she caught were glimpses of the past, snippets of sin. He was her father, buried in rubble and decay, dangerous and unpredictable, brutal and bellowing, tearing flesh from bone, pride from brawn, screaming, clawing, and destroying. He was her mother, asp, viper and cobra, snaking and coiling until she’d molded the sinuous smirk upon her lips, breathed croons and promises she had no intention of keeping, designed the manic bolero of heinous, merciless, monstrous upheaval along her venomous tongue. He was her brethren, depraved, malicious and heathen, reaching for the sky and everything else around it, ensnaring stars until their lights extinguished, diminished, withered and died, monsters armed for the slaughter. He was her childhood, damned, doomed and desolate from its genesis, the cloistered, the forlorn, the wretched, plucking croon of silence. He was transformed, and so she followed suit, beckoned the closed walls of her secured composure, begged, pleaded and implored for her soul to not be crushed under the weight of his words. She felt like the lonely youth again, away and awake to the rhythm of war drums, to the atrocious, villainous creeds that spilled over her ears, to the broken hymns that graced her lips like fervent, arduous prayers. There were no wishes, hopes or dreams now, no aspirations that hummed just beneath her heart to keep her alive, to keep her alive, only the mechanical beating of her soul, the ethereal essence that managed to encompass the enduring fortitude and resilience she’d built upon her graceful entity. Was this what her compassion wrought – fury, ire, and outrage? Had her words, so invoked, so influenced, by the muse of warmth, strength and tenderness, been twisted into a maelstrom of atrocity? Had she unraveled some chords of entropy, left them to simmer and boil over into this brewed malice and menace? 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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