04-25-2016, 04:50 PM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
He has done nothing and in those nothings he has done everything. Both great good and great evil, righteous acts and those self-serving. Once upon a time he would murder, snuff life at a request, perform heinous acts by ever present commands. Once he would love deeply, wholly, and naively.
Once.
Once he would cloak a woman in scales and close-pressed bodies, dark skies falling around them like charcoal snow. The caw of clacking beaks still haunts him and their echos do nothing to still the ache that breaks in his breast now.
Always find her, always.
More than what he was, he is still little against the notions of Gods and Magic. He is fire everlasting, liquid gold of moving mettle and black is the kettle that engulfs him. Once he had been tossed at the edge of life, dying and burning and paying for sin he was sure. Now he eats those fires, tastes the molten rock that makes his skin, that burns brighter as he nears her- as he nears them.
Once she had ran and he had followed. Quick breaths replacing the stillness of the bramble in which she hid, passing voices and promises he meant to never break.
Without good bye she vanished, without hello she appeared and with her apparition she brought the stars, silver and radiant. With her presence she crooned to them without speaking and they came, gluttons for punishment or love- but who’s to say the difference?
Once.
Once he would cloak a woman in scales and close-pressed bodies, dark skies falling around them like charcoal snow. The caw of clacking beaks still haunts him and their echos do nothing to still the ache that breaks in his breast now.
Always find her, always.
More than what he was, he is still little against the notions of Gods and Magic. He is fire everlasting, liquid gold of moving mettle and black is the kettle that engulfs him. Once he had been tossed at the edge of life, dying and burning and paying for sin he was sure. Now he eats those fires, tastes the molten rock that makes his skin, that burns brighter as he nears her- as he nears them.
Once she had ran and he had followed. Quick breaths replacing the stillness of the bramble in which she hid, passing voices and promises he meant to never break.
Without good bye she vanished, without hello she appeared and with her apparition she brought the stars, silver and radiant. With her presence she crooned to them without speaking and they came, gluttons for punishment or love- but who’s to say the difference?
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
/sobs