Re: Mini-Grand 5106 [Round 2: The Graben]
09-26-2011, 02:06 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by XX.
This is the day that Winter died.
she watches from the trees, from her home, from her shadows. she watches him die.
this is the day that winter ended.
her children are all dead. her cats. she walks among them as a ghost and they weep for her with blood on their lips. you are the dead, she wants to tell them, i am the one that should weep for you, but they cannot hear her any longer. their eyes are glass in the forest shadows and they watch and they watch and they watch
“Goddess…”
she hears the voice of a cat she knows, more kitten than cat, more mouse than man. the dead are weeping in the silence.
he is blind, this cat. the river took his eyes and other things. he watches her from a tree, from in the tree. the branches grow from his stomach and blossom red on a forest of bone, red on white on red on green. she hears his breath like a bird’s wings flying further and further away
“All of this,” he says through the blood on his teeth, “it was all for you. All for you.”
she stands in the field of the dead.
“We lost,” the cat says, quiet. “You couldn’t save us, Goddess. You couldn’t save us at all…”
she stands in the field of the dead.
his face is still in the shadow of the ghost as she runs through the forest, over the bones and the children crying for her to save them goddess goddess goddess save us save us we are the dead, we are the dead, we are the ones you killed
this is the day a god became nothing
this is the day that winter died
This is the day that Winter died.
she watches from the trees, from her home, from her shadows. she watches him die.
this is the day that winter ended.
her children are all dead. her cats. she walks among them as a ghost and they weep for her with blood on their lips. you are the dead, she wants to tell them, i am the one that should weep for you, but they cannot hear her any longer. their eyes are glass in the forest shadows and they watch and they watch and they watch
“Goddess…”
she hears the voice of a cat she knows, more kitten than cat, more mouse than man. the dead are weeping in the silence.
he is blind, this cat. the river took his eyes and other things. he watches her from a tree, from in the tree. the branches grow from his stomach and blossom red on a forest of bone, red on white on red on green. she hears his breath like a bird’s wings flying further and further away
“All of this,” he says through the blood on his teeth, “it was all for you. All for you.”
she stands in the field of the dead.
“We lost,” the cat says, quiet. “You couldn’t save us, Goddess. You couldn’t save us at all…”
she stands in the field of the dead.
his face is still in the shadow of the ghost as she runs through the forest, over the bones and the children crying for her to save them goddess goddess goddess save us save us we are the dead, we are the dead, we are the ones you killed
this is the day a god became nothing
this is the day that winter died