Once more, he raised it, deadened in body in soul. He smiled his own
cryptic message, spoke his own tears, silent and unwavering.
The Ravens swooped down, pulling up before touching him, before feeling his accursed skin. Not even they would grace him with their comforts.
Unconsciousness drew its heady scent around him, allowing light to slip through its seams only after sunlight had fled and the moon hid in disgust. Vibration was an erratic foe that came only with wondrous bouts of light.
No water was drawn for his ungodly thirst, no water for temporary relief. The Ravens, it seemed, were inclined to allow him to wallow in pain and despair. Would they leave him here forever?
The bonds cut deep, the wounds screamed, the heart sped in distraught anguish. His eyes were willing him not to see, fearing their metallic savior had failed. He ignored their pleas for his human tendency of curiosity.
White surrounded him, smothered him, and he feared the growing hole in the wall as another form came in to take more of his space. He cringed at the assault of revulsion, and the sky, feeling empowered through his weakness, made an onslaught upon his small box.
The intruder smiled at him, lips curling like that of a demon. Only a demon would work so hard to keep the Ravens away...
The intruder neared and he leapt, attacking this demon, a demon with a kind face and cruelty in his eyes and endearing smile. The cry emitted was music, and they danced in its wake, in the way predators and prey do, one against the Ravens, the other in order to be unbound by his partner's own ideal/
One well placed blow led the demon to darkness, and the other did not bother to allow the crazed black birds their thirst. He had to save their hunger for himself.
The clear part of the box's wall, where the light found itself shining through in its inconsistent ways, was his only way out. He pushed the barrier aside with trembling hands, hoping that the fall would bring the wings of the eternal.
It did not.
His own wings were broken, but his being was still left waiting for that moment. He lay there for a moment, hoping to hear flapping, hoping to see the dark messengers enslave him, caress him, mark him as their own.
His waiting was fruitless, so he readied his flight and ignored all protests and barriers, going towards the clearing sky and to the new dawn.
The essence of his life was the only trail he left, the only proof of his existence. Finally when the sky had pounded against his form and he had gratefully collapsed, as air became unneeded and a heartbeat only a distant memory, the Ravens swooped down and kissed him in their manic fashion, singing the song of the drunken as the devoured his mortality and being. He left with a smile on his face.
They fall through the night
And relieve other's spite.
They are the angels of those
Who need relief.
They love the chaos
And feed on the grief.
The Ravens make their nests
On the remains of those released.
The Ravens swooped down, pulling up before touching him, before feeling his accursed skin. Not even they would grace him with their comforts.
Unconsciousness drew its heady scent around him, allowing light to slip through its seams only after sunlight had fled and the moon hid in disgust. Vibration was an erratic foe that came only with wondrous bouts of light.
No water was drawn for his ungodly thirst, no water for temporary relief. The Ravens, it seemed, were inclined to allow him to wallow in pain and despair. Would they leave him here forever?
The bonds cut deep, the wounds screamed, the heart sped in distraught anguish. His eyes were willing him not to see, fearing their metallic savior had failed. He ignored their pleas for his human tendency of curiosity.
White surrounded him, smothered him, and he feared the growing hole in the wall as another form came in to take more of his space. He cringed at the assault of revulsion, and the sky, feeling empowered through his weakness, made an onslaught upon his small box.
The intruder smiled at him, lips curling like that of a demon. Only a demon would work so hard to keep the Ravens away...
The intruder neared and he leapt, attacking this demon, a demon with a kind face and cruelty in his eyes and endearing smile. The cry emitted was music, and they danced in its wake, in the way predators and prey do, one against the Ravens, the other in order to be unbound by his partner's own ideal/
One well placed blow led the demon to darkness, and the other did not bother to allow the crazed black birds their thirst. He had to save their hunger for himself.
The clear part of the box's wall, where the light found itself shining through in its inconsistent ways, was his only way out. He pushed the barrier aside with trembling hands, hoping that the fall would bring the wings of the eternal.
It did not.
His own wings were broken, but his being was still left waiting for that moment. He lay there for a moment, hoping to hear flapping, hoping to see the dark messengers enslave him, caress him, mark him as their own.
His waiting was fruitless, so he readied his flight and ignored all protests and barriers, going towards the clearing sky and to the new dawn.
The essence of his life was the only trail he left, the only proof of his existence. Finally when the sky had pounded against his form and he had gratefully collapsed, as air became unneeded and a heartbeat only a distant memory, the Ravens swooped down and kissed him in their manic fashion, singing the song of the drunken as the devoured his mortality and being. He left with a smile on his face.
They fall through the night
And relieve other's spite.
They are the angels of those
Who need relief.
They love the chaos
And feed on the grief.
The Ravens make their nests
On the remains of those released.