skjalff
Bluelighter
Darkness-filled amethyst chamber.
Blood vessels in the purple walls
are slowly pulsating in unison
with a silent scream
resonating among the crystal pillars.
Fire that burnt on the amethyst altar
springs to life once more
as a dark apathetic gaze fixes on it.
..A figure. Naked and solemn,
kneeling in front of his Maker.
His skin sheathed in hoarfrost
is glistening blue in the flickering light
cast by the purple flames
The sparks from a torch frozen and shattered
are still glimmering in his eyes
Crackling of ice that can't cause an echo
lost in the razors of crystalized night.
Barely audible his voice sounds:
"...So it will be these halls
where my last breath will forever wander..
It is this altar that my crown
will forever rest upon..
..This numbness in my chest..
How easy it was to forget..
Or could I really remember
something so ephemeral and vanishingly fragile?
It was so hard to disperse the darkness
and it took just a breath to extinguish the light.."
Voice of a demiurge.. powerful, soft, infinitely patient
yet devoid of anything human.
Each word touches a golden cymbal:
"You will not need your memories any longer,
but I will always remember You as You were that night.
And they will too. Their godlike champion.
The torch-bearer crowned in flames."
"Of what use is a torch if it can't spread fire?
What good is a single shimmer to those
who have never seen the day?
Why open their eyes if they will never reflect
the flickering petals of life-giving warmth?"
"The fire will cease, and so will your life,
but before you leave us I want you to know
that even I could not put out all the sparks
you left on your path.
They will linger barely glowing
and wait for another burning heart
to come and breathe a new life into them.
And then..
They will sear past the clouds and the stars
and bloom into a fiery golden flower
shining so bright, that night
will never again be able to cover the entire land
..And mortals will call it Sol after you, my beloved son.
The torch-bearer crowned in flames.
To what you have done that night
there will be no undoing,
and for that you will die."
As the body slumps to the floor
The altar bursts wildly into flames
Sol's fiery crown returns
to where it once gave him life.
Like a precious jewel
it is torn from its vessel
to be made into a new scepter
for the old king
skjalff
Blood vessels in the purple walls
are slowly pulsating in unison
with a silent scream
resonating among the crystal pillars.
Fire that burnt on the amethyst altar
springs to life once more
as a dark apathetic gaze fixes on it.
..A figure. Naked and solemn,
kneeling in front of his Maker.
His skin sheathed in hoarfrost
is glistening blue in the flickering light
cast by the purple flames
The sparks from a torch frozen and shattered
are still glimmering in his eyes
Crackling of ice that can't cause an echo
lost in the razors of crystalized night.
Barely audible his voice sounds:
"...So it will be these halls
where my last breath will forever wander..
It is this altar that my crown
will forever rest upon..
..This numbness in my chest..
How easy it was to forget..
Or could I really remember
something so ephemeral and vanishingly fragile?
It was so hard to disperse the darkness
and it took just a breath to extinguish the light.."
Voice of a demiurge.. powerful, soft, infinitely patient
yet devoid of anything human.
Each word touches a golden cymbal:
"You will not need your memories any longer,
but I will always remember You as You were that night.
And they will too. Their godlike champion.
The torch-bearer crowned in flames."
"Of what use is a torch if it can't spread fire?
What good is a single shimmer to those
who have never seen the day?
Why open their eyes if they will never reflect
the flickering petals of life-giving warmth?"
"The fire will cease, and so will your life,
but before you leave us I want you to know
that even I could not put out all the sparks
you left on your path.
They will linger barely glowing
and wait for another burning heart
to come and breathe a new life into them.
And then..
They will sear past the clouds and the stars
and bloom into a fiery golden flower
shining so bright, that night
will never again be able to cover the entire land
..And mortals will call it Sol after you, my beloved son.
The torch-bearer crowned in flames.
To what you have done that night
there will be no undoing,
and for that you will die."
As the body slumps to the floor
The altar bursts wildly into flames
Sol's fiery crown returns
to where it once gave him life.
Like a precious jewel
it is torn from its vessel
to be made into a new scepter
for the old king
skjalff
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great stuff even reading it again..