Title:
What can I say to you, darkest night...
Challenge: #40: Classic Novels (100roadtrips on LJ)
Rating:
Umm... PG for Baudelaire-esque worshiping of death?
Words:
100
Warnings:
One-sided 39 uber-angst in the form
of a bad Charles Baudelaire rip-off.
AN: Oh dear, angstastic fan-poetry. You've been warned.
What can I say to you, darkest night,
heavy with rain that pulls flesh and soul
deep into blackened mud and old bones?
What
can I say to you, darkest night,
as
the last ash falls from a cigarette's end, an
ancient
star folding into your arms once more?
What
can I say to you, darkest night,
with
quiet sighs from a sleeping child filling
my
breast, replacing pure air with this?
Seeking
golden eyes closed in a beautiful mockery
of
death, I say nothing past sentiment's corpse, lying
cold
upon my tongue, and despair in you, darkest night.
-fin-