Post by sparkyjade on Feb 17, 2016 14:12:13 GMT
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The room was dark, only a thin finger of light shining from the door that was ajar. 'How did I get here?' I wondered. This isn't our room and it's too quiet outside. Then I hear the music. It's coming from outside. The single beat of the drum I can feel through the floor, the guitar seems to echo in a large auditorium but it's too clear to be far away. The high pitched but soft wailing draws me out to the light. It's too bright to see for a while. I blinked my eyes and there was a baby, being carried away by a mother and father to their home.
Nature, nurture, heaven and home
- the baby had a shock of dark hair, as he grew up into a boy it started to lighten, gold in some places, reddish in others
Sum of all and by them driven
- he's growing tall now, mischievous and bright. There's a light inside this young man. I can see him at school. He works hard, he's getting good marks. But he gets into a few fights here and there.
To conquer every mountain shown
- he's a skinny, gangly teenager now, the red mark of a hand on his face, his hands clenched, and a fire burns in him. I can see it. I'm forced to watch.
But I've never crossed the river- There he stands looking over the water. It looks like water, shimmering in this light without a source. The shore is rocky, bright yellow beach that's almost white. Behind him are tall trees, further back are mountains with snowy caps. And I can only watch him struggle to cross this barrier.
Braved the forest, braved the stone
- He's running again through the trees, warding duty is all I can imagine at this point. Then smoke blocks my view and he's standing in a large room full of others like him. Young, smiling, talking some sort of business. A taller man with olive skin and a bright smile pats him on the shoulder. They're friends it seems. He's accepted among these people with open arms.
Braved the icy winds and fire
- Winter has come to the city in the woods. The winds are howling and the young man has grown his hair out a bit. His pack is at his side as they chase down their enemies. The snow melts as hot black and red blood spills on the ground, flames from a twisted creature arcs through the sky.
Braved and beat them on my own
- He's being congratulated, hands come out to pat him on the back. A new shoulder harness with his weapons sits on those broad, proud shoulders, and the light shines in him again.
Yet I'm helpless by the river
- He's washing his hands bloodied from a fight in the river. He's looking across the water to a misty place he's never been to before. The woods behind him are dark and foreboding. I look and I see eyes that fill me with dread as I watch a few figures move in the shadows. I tried to reach out, tried to call to him but I have no voice, no body. He turns to walk back into those woods
Angel, angel what have I done
- Her hair is dark and covers his head. He's knelt holding her around the waist, face buried in her belly. I can't see her face nor hear what she says, but her pale hand is running over his hair in a soothing manner. It makes my throat tight to watch.
I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire
- The woods next to the fire begin to fall, howls and screams echo to the undeniable sounds of battle.
I've conquered country, crown, and throne
- A wolf is seen passing through territories and through fences. He's on the move and there's a sense of urgency, of growing disquiet. That light in him begins to fade.
Why can't I cross this river?
- The wolf drinks from the river, not even thinking of crossing it. He's become more wild than man now with a package carried in his mouth. Soon as his thirst is slaked, he moves on in a hurry. I know those marks better than I know the contours of my own face.
Angel, angel what have I done
- He's holding her as her life slips away. Red, red, and down to the river. The water churns with some inner turmoil. He raises his face and utter hatred is spread across it. The light begins to sputter and die.
I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire
- The world is passing too fast now, speeding outside the windows. It's falling away crumbling until there is only the road. Anonymous faces of women and men float past, quickly forgotten though some stay and their cries echo in the space of the car.
I've conquered country, crown, and throne
- He's face down in the snow, so pure but for the splashes of red. He's still alive though, and the webs are thickening around him. He's taken away, far away from anything he's known. The young man ages, wisened one would think though time doesn't leave a mark on him.
Why can't I cross this river? The river this time has changed, all wires and electricity zinging past. He stands on a shore of silicon, green and bright. The fire in him is different, tempered, a slow boiling rage.
Pay no mind to the battles you've won
- She's there again, a dark haired figure by his side. She's pleading with him but he doesn't see her
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle
- He paces like a changed animal, his hands turned to cruel claws, his form changing, that vengeful snarl on his lips as he returns to his bright yellow beaches yet they aren't so bright anymore
Open your heart and hands my son
- She's still trying, but her shape changes. She takes on the form of other women yet none can be heard by him.
Or you'll never make it over the river
- He's pacing by the river. His side of the bank now grows darker, misty, a thick and foul fog rises behind him. There's an air of impatience like a storm is about to break.
It'll take a lot more than words and guns
- Other friends come to him at the beach trying to point out the fog that's choking everything behind him.
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
- A keychain swings from his belt with bits of teeth, odds and ends. It's getting heavier with more trophies.
The hands of the many must join as one
- Many hands come offered to him, some slender and feminine, some hard and gnarled of men
but he refuses each one.
Open your heart and hands my son
- A figure forms across the river on the other side. The mists keep their secrets and yet another hand, dirty but the palm up reaches for him.
Or you'll never make it over the river
- He looks up as another smaller hand joins the other, and another adult sized one but cleaner more delicate than the first. He can't see who it is, nor can I. But they too beckon to him to cross, to leave what's behind him before it swallows him.
Everything starts to echo and get fuzzy. Scenes from my life start to bleed into my sight. My mother who I took after but she had those amazing blue eyes, like sapphire. I see her face. I see the fights I got into. I see the long empty road behind me of bloodshed and heartache. I see the places in my past I can't stand to witness again. I watch the scenes overlap. Then suddenly I see myself standing on the river bank across from him. And there is nothing else but us, the water, and the light.Not a single rock nor a tree. Everything goes so silent, I can't even hear my heartbeat, but the soft gurgle of the river that separates us. It looks deep, chunks of ice begin to flow from upstream, and it's wide. I see myself and I look at him yet neither seem to see each other at least not until I see myself wade into the water, treading it until about midway. He sees me/her. He reaches out but hesitates, his hand falling limp to his side. He turns to walk away but he looks over his shoulder and I'm/she is gone, lost under the waves. I can see his face is in shock, the despair, the fight in him to run into the water or stay put. I can feel our lungs start to burn, our limbs grow numb from the cold, I can almost make out our form under the waves. We fight against it, reaching for the surface. A hand comes down and closes on ours to lift us up. It's her, ebony black hair, a sweet scent on the wind, eyes like twin gold orbs, grace, and a beauty that would make an angel weep. Her light is bright, brighter than we've ever seen. She smiles and it makes our heart seem to ache. She steps to us and fades. The world shatters in a million pieces.
I wake up alone, on the couch. I'd been researching again and fell asleep. The cabin is almost completely finished and I realized I never went home. I can't help myself as the feeling of great loss over comes me. My heart is trying to suffocate me, the pain lances through my chest to my finger tips. I know this pain, and it threatens to drag me down with it. I curled up on the couch and bawled my eyes out in mourning. A loss I wasn't even sure was mine to start with. Is it? Should it be? Or am I playing myself for the fool?
The room was dark, only a thin finger of light shining from the door that was ajar. 'How did I get here?' I wondered. This isn't our room and it's too quiet outside. Then I hear the music. It's coming from outside. The single beat of the drum I can feel through the floor, the guitar seems to echo in a large auditorium but it's too clear to be far away. The high pitched but soft wailing draws me out to the light. It's too bright to see for a while. I blinked my eyes and there was a baby, being carried away by a mother and father to their home.
Nature, nurture, heaven and home
- the baby had a shock of dark hair, as he grew up into a boy it started to lighten, gold in some places, reddish in others
Sum of all and by them driven
- he's growing tall now, mischievous and bright. There's a light inside this young man. I can see him at school. He works hard, he's getting good marks. But he gets into a few fights here and there.
To conquer every mountain shown
- he's a skinny, gangly teenager now, the red mark of a hand on his face, his hands clenched, and a fire burns in him. I can see it. I'm forced to watch.
But I've never crossed the river- There he stands looking over the water. It looks like water, shimmering in this light without a source. The shore is rocky, bright yellow beach that's almost white. Behind him are tall trees, further back are mountains with snowy caps. And I can only watch him struggle to cross this barrier.
Braved the forest, braved the stone
- He's running again through the trees, warding duty is all I can imagine at this point. Then smoke blocks my view and he's standing in a large room full of others like him. Young, smiling, talking some sort of business. A taller man with olive skin and a bright smile pats him on the shoulder. They're friends it seems. He's accepted among these people with open arms.
Braved the icy winds and fire
- Winter has come to the city in the woods. The winds are howling and the young man has grown his hair out a bit. His pack is at his side as they chase down their enemies. The snow melts as hot black and red blood spills on the ground, flames from a twisted creature arcs through the sky.
Braved and beat them on my own
- He's being congratulated, hands come out to pat him on the back. A new shoulder harness with his weapons sits on those broad, proud shoulders, and the light shines in him again.
Yet I'm helpless by the river
- He's washing his hands bloodied from a fight in the river. He's looking across the water to a misty place he's never been to before. The woods behind him are dark and foreboding. I look and I see eyes that fill me with dread as I watch a few figures move in the shadows. I tried to reach out, tried to call to him but I have no voice, no body. He turns to walk back into those woods
Angel, angel what have I done
- Her hair is dark and covers his head. He's knelt holding her around the waist, face buried in her belly. I can't see her face nor hear what she says, but her pale hand is running over his hair in a soothing manner. It makes my throat tight to watch.
I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire
- The woods next to the fire begin to fall, howls and screams echo to the undeniable sounds of battle.
I've conquered country, crown, and throne
- A wolf is seen passing through territories and through fences. He's on the move and there's a sense of urgency, of growing disquiet. That light in him begins to fade.
Why can't I cross this river?
- The wolf drinks from the river, not even thinking of crossing it. He's become more wild than man now with a package carried in his mouth. Soon as his thirst is slaked, he moves on in a hurry. I know those marks better than I know the contours of my own face.
Angel, angel what have I done
- He's holding her as her life slips away. Red, red, and down to the river. The water churns with some inner turmoil. He raises his face and utter hatred is spread across it. The light begins to sputter and die.
I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire
- The world is passing too fast now, speeding outside the windows. It's falling away crumbling until there is only the road. Anonymous faces of women and men float past, quickly forgotten though some stay and their cries echo in the space of the car.
I've conquered country, crown, and throne
- He's face down in the snow, so pure but for the splashes of red. He's still alive though, and the webs are thickening around him. He's taken away, far away from anything he's known. The young man ages, wisened one would think though time doesn't leave a mark on him.
Why can't I cross this river? The river this time has changed, all wires and electricity zinging past. He stands on a shore of silicon, green and bright. The fire in him is different, tempered, a slow boiling rage.
Pay no mind to the battles you've won
- She's there again, a dark haired figure by his side. She's pleading with him but he doesn't see her
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle
- He paces like a changed animal, his hands turned to cruel claws, his form changing, that vengeful snarl on his lips as he returns to his bright yellow beaches yet they aren't so bright anymore
Open your heart and hands my son
- She's still trying, but her shape changes. She takes on the form of other women yet none can be heard by him.
Or you'll never make it over the river
- He's pacing by the river. His side of the bank now grows darker, misty, a thick and foul fog rises behind him. There's an air of impatience like a storm is about to break.
It'll take a lot more than words and guns
- Other friends come to him at the beach trying to point out the fog that's choking everything behind him.
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
- A keychain swings from his belt with bits of teeth, odds and ends. It's getting heavier with more trophies.
The hands of the many must join as one
- Many hands come offered to him, some slender and feminine, some hard and gnarled of men
but he refuses each one.
Open your heart and hands my son
- A figure forms across the river on the other side. The mists keep their secrets and yet another hand, dirty but the palm up reaches for him.
Or you'll never make it over the river
- He looks up as another smaller hand joins the other, and another adult sized one but cleaner more delicate than the first. He can't see who it is, nor can I. But they too beckon to him to cross, to leave what's behind him before it swallows him.
Everything starts to echo and get fuzzy. Scenes from my life start to bleed into my sight. My mother who I took after but she had those amazing blue eyes, like sapphire. I see her face. I see the fights I got into. I see the long empty road behind me of bloodshed and heartache. I see the places in my past I can't stand to witness again. I watch the scenes overlap. Then suddenly I see myself standing on the river bank across from him. And there is nothing else but us, the water, and the light.Not a single rock nor a tree. Everything goes so silent, I can't even hear my heartbeat, but the soft gurgle of the river that separates us. It looks deep, chunks of ice begin to flow from upstream, and it's wide. I see myself and I look at him yet neither seem to see each other at least not until I see myself wade into the water, treading it until about midway. He sees me/her. He reaches out but hesitates, his hand falling limp to his side. He turns to walk away but he looks over his shoulder and I'm/she is gone, lost under the waves. I can see his face is in shock, the despair, the fight in him to run into the water or stay put. I can feel our lungs start to burn, our limbs grow numb from the cold, I can almost make out our form under the waves. We fight against it, reaching for the surface. A hand comes down and closes on ours to lift us up. It's her, ebony black hair, a sweet scent on the wind, eyes like twin gold orbs, grace, and a beauty that would make an angel weep. Her light is bright, brighter than we've ever seen. She smiles and it makes our heart seem to ache. She steps to us and fades. The world shatters in a million pieces.
I wake up alone, on the couch. I'd been researching again and fell asleep. The cabin is almost completely finished and I realized I never went home. I can't help myself as the feeling of great loss over comes me. My heart is trying to suffocate me, the pain lances through my chest to my finger tips. I know this pain, and it threatens to drag me down with it. I curled up on the couch and bawled my eyes out in mourning. A loss I wasn't even sure was mine to start with. Is it? Should it be? Or am I playing myself for the fool?