Author's Note- Erm -- my muse wants to do the author's note this time... Nevermind the fact that he's not the author. (glares)
Darian: Well damn; been a while, eh? How you doin', ladies? (Grins) Well -- this was actually a poem Shadray submitted to this year's Scholastic Writing Contest, if you've heard of that. It's been a while since he's posted a poem on this site, so he dediced what the hell. If you get the chance, please review, although none of us are really expecting any reviews on this. Which is fine, really... (Sulks)
Melody
The night is still but its melody is ever flowing,
Swallowing the black sky and all its underlings
In a stream of white, of blue, yellow, pink, black.
It envelopes us with a gentle, warm touch,
Filling our ears, our hearts, with the hymn of the hours of darkness.
Almost tangible, almost visible, it guides the souls of the forest into harmony,
Linking us to one another with its complex simplicity.
The melody fuses with the forest, rustling its leaves,
As if protecting it from the evils of the world,
And sticks to the skin and fur of its living creatures
As the two of us,
Sprawled out, rest along its grounds.
The continuous dreamlike, broken chords of the melody
Reverberate off the greenery surrounding us
And are reflected back into our spirits.
In the darkness all creatures rest
Beneath one sky, beneath one blanket.
Everything inhales and exhales together,
And as you unconsciously lay your head on my chest,
My arms wrap tighter around you, Winry,
For once even a pint of golden sunlight
Begins to peek from beneath the horizon,
The melody of the night will diminish.
There will be no more linking of our spirits,
No more protection from the outside world,
And no memory of the night we had shared.
The war between humans and Homunculi will resume,
Picking up where it has left off,
And we will scurry, once more,
To the next best protection.
It will begin almost indistinguishably:
The delicate, uncertain sounds of yawns, coughs, chirps,
Barely audible yet still evident:
A vague, hazy intrusion
Disrupting the serenity and harmony
That the melody of the night embodies,
Mixing together with night's natural melody,
Blending together with the sounds of nature,
And merging together with the delicate beat of our own hearts.
As that disturbing luminescence approaches,
Poking its tentative face just over the Earth's horizon,
The night jolts forward
And suddenly it is not so indistinguishable.
The daylight's sounds
No longer fit with the natural chords
And the instinctive tune of the night.
Suddenly the sun's rays chase it,
Strike it down, beat it until extinction.
The hymn of night vanishes
and all that remains
as we depart
is an
echo
of what used to be.
