Lament

[ladyoflorien]

Loneliness is the wing of a black bird, sweeping darkness toward the heart. In winter the sun abandons the earth to the ice which devours the gentle soil like a great wild beast. Silence reigns among the rain that falls to wash away the blood of dreams slain by the wings of a black bird. Peace is the wistful dream of embracing the dove, who flies just out of reach, and now and then your fingertips graze the silken mass of soft white, but their wings beat you down. She is just out of reach. Time is a mental torture, with eyes as black as night. Silence is the rain that falls from every motherless child and every voiceless herald, it pours to wash away the cries of the dying wings. Hope will lead you to the fountain pure, or down the darkened path of hate. Strength is the cry in your throat, but it abandons you when you need it most. How sharp the wings of a blackbird are, laced with malice, laced with lies. A sapling may bend, but the mighty oak breaks at even the softest hand, if the heart is bare and lonely.

-Lament

Comments

[anowyn.livejournal.com]

::Flying tackle-hug of doom:: HI!!

[lordoflorien.livejournal.com]

*dazed blinking* Hi.