Post by Faie on Jul 23, 2009 15:07:54 GMT 1
:A tale of Oblivion:
Time really not exists, time is man made illusion to keep their minds occupied and turned away from truth. Oblivion sweep over like a storm yet a breeze like fingertips playfully trail the neck. I hear her whisper as a echo, I hear her wings beating like a fading song. Why is all to faint?
*A small community, three buildings near the seashore. Humans mayhap two handful or three, a bell of iron bringing a heavy sound, shouts and screams a hunt have begun. Light feet running up for a hillside but not quick enough. Beatings, repeating one after another, the iron sticks hits hard and hits deep. Turmoil, chaos sweep over the small community. Humans dies children loses parents, lovers lose lovers. Other hurted deeply seeing something that could have been resolved with peace. Backs are turned back, minds forgetting and thorns grow thicker.
Through the area fa'ae are stung when something is lost. Through the Hedge, through the Mist it sweep like a cold wind. Somewhere in the labyrinth of the Hedge, somewhere on a trod up on its cold floor sits a fa'ae with a friend. Dead mayhap, unmoving absolutely. Pale fingers gently brush the back of the one, each stroking filled with love. Silence comes to the lips and so the faint life from one trickles to another. A last sigh and nothing more..
A insect laying still in a pair of hands, grey like stone but slender still. A movement, a wriggling and the insect shivers. Legs change head too, colour comes back like waves from the sea. The creature becomes less solid and more like vibrating colours of many, it swirl up through the air. The dust on the ground, leafs sweeps with and swirl like a dance in the shadowy trod. The colourful creature fly around, climbing up along the wall of twigs, leafs and thorns. Glancing down at something falling to the ground.
Pale, greyish the colour are, like a tree it fall to the ground. The sound vibrate over the surface, sending dust and leafs whirling up. The form lay flat, still unmoving. Leafs and dust dances down, landing up on the form of a greyish creature a statue like form. Tiril canted the head watching the friend far far away, yet so close. When nothing happening the wings beated and Tiril flew away, through the trod. Leaving behind a statue fallen to the ground...
A wind sweep through the labyrinth of trods in the Hedge. In its wake it came like a nameless crawling creature, cold and unforgiving. Oblivion some called it, Nothingness did other chants. But for everyone it was just that the cold and unforgiving wind of forgetting. Leafs rustle, dust swirled. Shadows seem to move, whispering died as lips closed. On the ground, up on dry leafs, gnarled old roots on the dirt floor somewhere in the depth of the Hedge. There lay a form of a creature from old time, old world long forgotten by thus beyond the Hedge. A statue it might be of lost wishes and dreams. Silence lay like a thick blanket, nothingness eating the moment up and oblivion filling its holes...
Tiril reached the grand Labyrinth and slowed down, laned up on the grass and looked around. Voices the little one could hear and peeked around the corner, there out on the garden some children played. Tiril leaped and flew toward this garden..
Time really not exists, time is man made illusion to keep their minds occupied and turned away from truth. Oblivion sweep over like a storm yet a breeze like fingertips playfully trail the neck. I hear her whisper as a echo, I hear her wings beating like a fading song. Why is all to faint?
*A small community, three buildings near the seashore. Humans mayhap two handful or three, a bell of iron bringing a heavy sound, shouts and screams a hunt have begun. Light feet running up for a hillside but not quick enough. Beatings, repeating one after another, the iron sticks hits hard and hits deep. Turmoil, chaos sweep over the small community. Humans dies children loses parents, lovers lose lovers. Other hurted deeply seeing something that could have been resolved with peace. Backs are turned back, minds forgetting and thorns grow thicker.
Through the area fa'ae are stung when something is lost. Through the Hedge, through the Mist it sweep like a cold wind. Somewhere in the labyrinth of the Hedge, somewhere on a trod up on its cold floor sits a fa'ae with a friend. Dead mayhap, unmoving absolutely. Pale fingers gently brush the back of the one, each stroking filled with love. Silence comes to the lips and so the faint life from one trickles to another. A last sigh and nothing more..
A insect laying still in a pair of hands, grey like stone but slender still. A movement, a wriggling and the insect shivers. Legs change head too, colour comes back like waves from the sea. The creature becomes less solid and more like vibrating colours of many, it swirl up through the air. The dust on the ground, leafs sweeps with and swirl like a dance in the shadowy trod. The colourful creature fly around, climbing up along the wall of twigs, leafs and thorns. Glancing down at something falling to the ground.
Pale, greyish the colour are, like a tree it fall to the ground. The sound vibrate over the surface, sending dust and leafs whirling up. The form lay flat, still unmoving. Leafs and dust dances down, landing up on the form of a greyish creature a statue like form. Tiril canted the head watching the friend far far away, yet so close. When nothing happening the wings beated and Tiril flew away, through the trod. Leaving behind a statue fallen to the ground...
A wind sweep through the labyrinth of trods in the Hedge. In its wake it came like a nameless crawling creature, cold and unforgiving. Oblivion some called it, Nothingness did other chants. But for everyone it was just that the cold and unforgiving wind of forgetting. Leafs rustle, dust swirled. Shadows seem to move, whispering died as lips closed. On the ground, up on dry leafs, gnarled old roots on the dirt floor somewhere in the depth of the Hedge. There lay a form of a creature from old time, old world long forgotten by thus beyond the Hedge. A statue it might be of lost wishes and dreams. Silence lay like a thick blanket, nothingness eating the moment up and oblivion filling its holes...
Tiril reached the grand Labyrinth and slowed down, laned up on the grass and looked around. Voices the little one could hear and peeked around the corner, there out on the garden some children played. Tiril leaped and flew toward this garden..
