Post by Eliza Valentine on Jan 10, 2016 13:47:22 GMT
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
And there she stands, small and doe-eyed, eyes so wide they hold entire universes within the very depths of them, that whisper secrets untold and hold a laughter, like a cackle, silenced by my fears, there in her eyes, so wide... And she stands, hair as red as flames but muted somehow; quiet in it's vibrancy and she screams....
And screams....
So loud I fear her ears could bleed... I fear... Bleed.... She screams....
Silence. It falls hard and heavy all around until all I can hear are the soft and distant beeps.... Beats... Her heartbeats in the distance and I hear it, it slows now, as though the panic is gone and the darkness, the world where she stands, is silent now...
There in the distance is a tree... Two Magpies sit upon the lone branch of that very tree...
One for Sorrow.
Their eyes blacker than tar gleam in the very absence of light around them and they breathe... One in... One out... Like the breathing is not their own and so I watch, I feel my chest rise and fall as involuntary as their sounds... The breath... One in... One out....
"You must love her very much...." the wind whispers in my hair, golden spools of lies spun upon my head, and the wind whispers through it of love... Love her....
Ridiculous.
She stares at them too now, her universe eyes and their breath... One in... One out....
And for a moment, I know their names; but they escape my tongue as their sounds continue, the breathing... One in... One out... and her heart beeps... Distant but strong, keeping her alive... Keeping us going... Hope.
"You cannot have Hope without...."
And here is stands, mocking and hollow, it's eyes deader than death himself clutching his scythe and sucking the very soul he says I have from my body... Deader than hope in this place; Deader than the empty blackness of those fucking birds eyes, he stands a smile painted and stretched and dripping....
Red and dripping, down his face... That contorts and lies and laughs.... Dripping....
Fear. Desolation..... Emptiness;
Empty of it all now and she flies away, the girl and the bird... Leaving just one....
For Sorrow.
And him, laughing, shaking his entire grotesque and disgusting form with the laughter that shrieks from his very skin like sweat as the white collar wraps around his neck..... Tighter and Tighter until his nose is bright red from blood... Like a clown... Holy blood making the noses red....
And the sweat drips and pours... Dripping Red... Like blood....
"Come closer Child..." he spits and spats... His stinking breath rancid in the air sucking all the oxygen so she cannot .... I cannot....
One in... None out....
"Hush now...." he laughs, he mocks, his whole form shaking and flickering, demanding my presence as he sinks further and further back, away from the dirt and the mud where I stand... Away from the filth that wraps around my legs and clings... Lingering forever, long after....
Pride comes before the Sin.
She stands with another now, whose eyes are as blue as hers are Universe.... Hair as blonde as hers is flames, but the flames have dulled to the gas-lit violent.... VIOLET!
You're turning....
Violet... Violet.... Like the flames on the stove.... You must learn it is hot by burning yourself first.... Burn it... Learn it....
And so she stands, hand in hand with the blonde who curls a clown like smile and they lie, the call me forward, they tell me I can be free of the muck that binds me to the spot now... Run away they whisper... Just like you always said you would... Run away and join them.....
It's all a fucking Circus; what they do; what I do.... A big circus with an Italian Stallion as Ringmaster of course....
Shhh Impure.... He'll come back, he knows... Like Satan... He sees when you're sleeping, jolly and red... like the noses.
And when she touches it doesn't hurt like I expected... No burning, no wrath, she pulls, she tugs and the beeps have gone, yet they remain, no longer from her but within myself and there they rest, one abreast....
One in... One out....
The power of one, she and I, it all comes slowly... On for Sorrow....
Two for JOY.....
A magpie no more, but beautiful and white and gleaming, reflected in the universe of her eyes... and as they flutter, they focus... as they move and the laughter... The dripping.... The blonde and the flames... It all evaporates as it is reflected in that universe....
And her eyes seek... Her eyes find.... Eyes flutter... And it is all so white... White and clean and loud and bright and.....
Somewhere in the distance a desperate voice pleads, she screams and begs for me... Missing.... Escape.....
Awake.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?