Uh…man, this is the weirdest drabble I've ever done. I didn't think it would turn out so…weird. But it's done. And I hope some people like it. For the mood it gives. Don't be mistaken, I worked hard on it.
siren's song
Her song is too real to be an illusion
I close my eyes to the icy wastes, weary, tired, sick of watching whiteness emerge from the edge of the sky, endlessly. I have arrived at the end of the paleness, stand at the edge of a spreading sea—that, too is white. How the frozen wind is biting at my fingers, at my face! I shiver, and yet I must continue to stand, for my soul will not let me let go so soon.
But ah—what is that sound I suddenly hear? What is that voice? It sounds like a whisper from the mountains, a mountain deep within the ocean. A voice with everything. Frothing bubbles of the tide washing in on white shores, melded beautifully with words of an age-old chant—a gentle, high chant like the morning breeze across the skies and seas of ice.
It sounds like the stars! It is a calling voice that has my name on every breath. It moves me to tears—tears that freeze on my cheeks under the flows of wind.
It shows me images, slowly drowning out the merciless white of the world around me, filling it with free flowing water and stories, unbelievable fantastical stories—of a garden in the middle of the sky, crystal fountains upon pedestals of glass, sweet winds that carry the sighs of spring. It shows me a world that I want. Promises it all to me, lays it gently in my hands…
What is this blessing? It is so hard to believe, and yet I know it must be there. I know, for the song is too real—a moving melody that winds around the rises of ice and takes me by the hand.
What is there before me? An ocean of white ice, white glass, an endless waste that will give me nothing. Trapped deep within their frozen depths, does any hope remain?
The vapour is cloudy and pale, filled with pain, with empty hopelessness. But I have found my hope here! Lost in the depths of the frozen, a gentle, calling song. A heartbreaking song that seems to fill my ears with a sadness, which moves my soul, in a slow dance of sorrow.
I'm sorry to every moment I have taken in my life, to choose between this and the other, bleak alternative. But here, I know that it was the path I will finally take—a path into a wondrous dream that will bring me to heaven.
And so I take the hands of the song, and feel it grow so strong around me. Take a step forward, another, and fall into a deep cold sea, a world of glass and crystal, but never once regret—never look back, never look back. It is so beautiful. It makes me cry. And my tears mingle with my world, my new world, while the lights harden like diamonds in my dimly blurring utopia.
