Coldfire~


Leviathan rolls of fog swell and quietly slide to the ground. An ever-shifting canopy has formed overhead, bowing the dreary dawn into a semblance of patchwork grottos.

Here we are.

Here I am. It feels like we're on the edge of the world, and maybe we are.

The air here smells like nothing I've ever encountered before. Cold and crisp, so cold it knifes into my lungs, and tinged with a subtle flavor. It tastes like no one has ever spoken or even breathed here before. It smells clean. It tastes like freedom.

There's no way we can press on in this fog. The others retired to the caves long ago, but the night was full of eerie screams, and the stars swathed the sky. In other words, there was no way I was closing my eyes before morning.

Now that it's here, I can only send the night on its way with an unspoken promise. For with night flees the memories, with dawn comes "new promise", as one might call it, and the past retreats into the deepest, darkest cracks.

The fog has lifted in what seems to be the blink of an eye. The pale, cold sun engulfs the endless horizon, flooding the glistening, enigmatic plains. Silvery ribbons wriggle their way across an ocean of blind water.

A solitary figure is revealed on a cliff jutting over the sea frozen in time, silhouetted against the blue, blue sky.

Only at night is the fog lifted.

Nights of writhing fire, tempered by moonlight
Icy mornings curled in throbbing warmth
Softeyessoftlipstenderlickingflames God I miss him.

Do you have any idea what you did to me? Gentle fire, you burned me, so slowly and little by little, that I never noticed till I was consumed, body and soul.

You came to me in the night, like a dream.

You said you'd teach me to live. You teased out my wings and told me to jump. You told me I could soar.

Wretched lies, this life. Instead, I landed in the waiting arms of death.

You killed me.

Burned the bridges
Left the river un-dammed to inundate itself in blind fury
A dead lake gapes.

I hate you. I hate you for pushing me to the edge of the world and not letting me jump. I hate you for being able to do this to me. I hate you for being so damned beautiful.

I hate you for loving me.

Everything gone in a raging firestorm
The serpent eats its own tail
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

But I won't let you go. I haven't forgotten my promise; just how to keep it. I'd do anything, you know.

He's been staring down at the drop beneath his feet. Now he raises his head and opens his eyes. They stare into the sunrise; shimmering pieces of sky.

I'd cross this whole damned glacier for you, Johnny.

~owari~

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