Silver Pearls, Silver Rain
The moon quietly weeps and melts the melancholy sky
Its tears dance across the night
I raise my head, flex my wings, smile with my beak
Soar off once more into the warm, black robes of veiled oblivion
I take the moon into my embrace
And suckle it with my sorrow
The crystal castle of my heart
With a last scented melody, given by a goddess
Shatters, planting broken glass
Through the night of my being
I feel the glass
Burning bright and cold
They form radiant constellations adorning my soul
It will be more beautiful
With such hard won jewels
But I weep with their weight
The unbearably swe
A lone wolf stands on the brink of twilight
Frozen, haggard, his limp muzzle
Seared by the caress of desolation
His eyes are twin lakes, a mated pair
Reflecting the wisp of midnight cloud
His paws stroke the pebbles
Like so much broken crystal
The fragrance of dreams I had embraced farewell
The rustle of withered bark and autumn-time twig
He sniffs at the water
It weeps and whispers ever so gently
His tongue swims at the edge of the world
A secret kiss, a tribute to the eternity of twilight's song
I kneel and reach out with a hand
He lifts a care-worn paw
The paw that once played with a mate
Clothed in the song of stars
But
A cloud of silent, blinding stone
clothes me,
A shield of anchoring cold
protects me,
A sea of bitter, blinding darkness
armors me,
I am perfect.
Miniscule wires weave
Between my dance with the world and suckle the
Caged, barbed shell that is called Soul, it
Clicks,
Crunches,
Crunches in its mother's lap until I cannot
Scream
I am parasite.
Beings of woven copper and silver, glide
Gracefully, the shelled
Soul moves, rumbles
Clicks,
Crunches,
Crushes and there is only One.
I am lover.
I cannot Scream, in my Ears. I see
Sweaty, stained hands gripping my
Flesh, shuddering with desire, pleading for
Penetration, ste
Newborn's Lifeblood, with a drop of azure
A craggy fist, mailed in wispy white
beckons to the blue walls
teasing
challenging
insulting
seducing.
"Two's a crowd.
'tis useless.
Let there be one."
Nuit, clad in naked azure
tosses her hair,
her eye twinkling above the tangled strands.
The age-old ritual was beginning
Anew, steaming and heaving emerald breath.
Enemy.
Lover.
Two shards of the sky, their
skin sheathed in countless eyes
winking from behind a crystal mask
Cry out with voices
bubbling with blood and wine
"Two's illusion.
Embrace the truthful deception."
The masks shatter with a crinkled smile
The crysta
People shift to and fro
Wrapped up in a big bazaar
Like so many flower-laden branches that
Walk and chatter on a road of windy bricks.
By some quirk of the sun's strokes
A single bud sits on a broken branch.
It sits on the steely ground, cold and still.
Perhaps it was given a wrong map.
Perhaps it took a wrong turn.
For now, it has fallen, and isn't going anywhere soon.
It sits, silently begging for some
Leather'n heel, some boot to snuff it
Away from the ground.
For some polar wind to
Spirit it away on a jacket of frost
Away from the spring.
The mists and fog,
The leather'n boot,
The beat-up walking stick,
"Mistake
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Redemption: A Demon's Search For Meaning
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Chapter 1. The Spawning
Several figures wearing black robes of silk stood by the edge of the great pit made of obsidian. Some of them sat on the edge of the pit, talking idly about nothing in particular. Others, obviously the studious types, were hunched up against the wall, poring tattered old tomes of dark lore. They all looked tense and nervous. They all jumped a little at the sound of a deep voice that boomed across the great room housing the pit.
"The time has come, my students. I hope you are all ready?"
They murmured
Prologue.
Cold granite brushed against my cheek. As violent convulsions swept over me, the stone bit into my skin and left scrapes like red crayon marks. I had no nerves left to feel any pain, and even my senses were deadening. A heavy, sibilant voice echoed through the void.
"So comes the end of the Sorceress Queen Akeremun. Who would have imagined such a thing for a monarch whose power seemed absolute?"
The speaker was a reptilian figure that looked remotely human. He was clothed in a dark blue robe. His reptilian skin was the mark of the Infested; ones who voluntarily bred a demon within their flesh and minds to increase their power. I