From Bloody Ashes

[Owlied]

The Poet

From Bloody Ashes

Marsh Song

In a moor unknown to misery and suffering,
her children sleep out of Winter's reach,
'Til upon the wings of age there comes eternal spring
to fill our hearts and renew our speech.

We wake amongst the anemone and violet
by crickets low whom recite her prose.
The winging crane descends to cast a silhouette,
Interlaced with our running shadows.

Breaking from the darkness of the canopy,
Idly wasting in empty spaces,
Delighting as the marshland wavers dreamily,
Forever lost in the Mother's graces.

The womb of our foals, the land where we roam -
A tomb for our elders, forever our home.

Mother

Should this gentle heart grow tired from beating,
this body be led to eternal rest,
I shall rejoice, for all life is fleeting,
And I shall return to your mired breast.

T'was you in my memory when I awoke,
What dreams you constructed, oh how life is fated.
I echoed your song the first sound that I spoke.
Laud my return, for how long have I waited?

O, joy that rings in the cicadas' call!
O, wind that gusts for your clever disguise!
O, beauty you shine, of this never I'd pall!
O, firefly, winging the light of your eyes!

Should Death be of mercy and renew my soul,
I'd long to return to you, once again foal.

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[Owlied]

From Bloody Ashes




NAME From Bloody Ashes
ALIAS Heart
GENDER Male
AGE Buck
SIGN ...
RACE Kimeti
OCCUPATION None
LIKES Solitude, Art/Symbols, Butterflies
DISLIKES Lightning/Fire, Heights, Snakes

APPEARANCE More To Come...

PERSONALITY More To Come...

HISTORY More To Come...

FAMILIAR  

[Owlied]

Naming Dream

The world below is beautiful.

A gently pulsing sapphire with a hypnotizing gaze harbors the reflection of my spirit. Water sparkles and glows beneath a perfect sun. No clouds obscure my view this day. The air is light and cool. I can smell the earth.

My wings...my wings no longer move...but why am I not afraid? As I fall, my view is pulled skyward. The sun becomes a lonesome memory, eaten by a vicious red moon. It is a russet stain over a black sea. What are these invisible vines that prod and cut as they drag me into the sea? I return my eyes to the earth in wonder.

The earth is no longer a sapphire - it is an onyx. It is burning hot tar. And now it is ablaze, both glorious and frightening...but again, I am not afraid. The burning sea takes me into it's claws. The waves' embrace blisters and burns until even my cry is swallowed up, and all becomes silent. Dark water falls from the blood moon, and the fire returns to the earth in shame.

All that remains are ashes, bright blue, seeping with blood. I am renewed by the horrid flames, and it is here I shall rise again. The sky is lit, the trees return, and the water is once again a crystalline blue. No, this blue is younger, more perfect. Up into the air I dance, the wind trilling at my back.

Bits of blood-stained ash become crimson butterflies, brilliant and translucent against the sun. These pieces of me settle on roots, flowers and animals, and one by one, those who are touched wither and die.