A/N: Requested by illuminations on Livejournal, drabble post 9/28/09.
Prompt: wilt
Disclaimer: I don't own the original work this is derived from. This work is complete, and its brevity is intentional.
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empty suns
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The lights are like empty suns, blinding and blistering.
Beneath them they wilt like October leaves, only the raining applause keeping them standing for the grueling last half hour of the performance, their voices shuddering out of them as they change colour, ecstatic even as they slowly die.
The last angels left standing, they fill the room with colour and wind, are loved and love in return.
At last the suns go dark. Silent and blessedly exhausted, they fall from the branch and pile together on the ground, pale and damp and laughing.
Spring will come again tomorrow.
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