[ pâro - 5: ] in medias res
In the morning there was mist o'er the frozen sea
and a hand in its waters, dancing across its back,
flickers of gelid softness winding itself around her fingers.
And the storm came and swept it all away,
but I was there to pick it up. Don't cry, love,
I was there to pick it all up. I cupped the melting aurorae
in my palms and poured darkness over the world's wounds,
kissing them softly back to life even as some passed to
the nether. But it was their time, and soon it shall be mine;
and I shall go as gladly as the leaves do in fall.
It's raining still and I don't think it will stop soon,
but that's really quite alright. I can see you beyond
the veil of glass between us - sitting at your little bench,
dancing over a black-and-white world.
The stars
stand watch over you, too - O Deathless Stars! Watch
over her as long as you can - as long as she dreams
before those black and white keys and her fingers
sing their own song of everlasting euphoria -
ebullient phrases marked with jubilant exclamations.
O Transient World - how short is this Time that you give us!
Had I more - though a thousand years would still be not enough -
I would sit by you for always and watch you dance the songs
of your heart, watch as you bleed your dreams and let them
stumble gracefully over these black and white keys,
reaching to the highest of heights and deepest of depths
as they soar and plunder over all the recesses of this cosmos,
anatomizing this world we live in without the need to lacerate
any of its fragile skin right before its ever-vigilant eyes.
The great symphony of Time rolls on, with or without us -
for after all it is only at its Overture - but it matters not, because
I have found my voice and I will keep it alongside yours for always.
a/n:
for round 5 of pâro, by wildsorrows.
I WON THE CONTEST HOLYFRACK.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
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