An Echo, A Stain.
A/N: This is based on the tale of Echo and Narcissus and revolves around Echo's sorrows as she reflects on her condemnation to silence. The title is taken from the song 'An Echo, A Stain' by Bjork - I just thought it sounded really appropriate for what I'm trying to portray here. Enjoy!
A peeled snail
A cocoon of misery
They dance fervently on my accursed tongue.
Transit, remote.
Longing to sing.
. . . I repeat . . .
I live as a stain on the earth
A nymph come undone, unravelled into nothing
By divine wrath; beautiful and lethal.
I only long for my shell back
My comfort, my identity.
. . . I repeat . . .
Eyes that drank greedily of my form
Are now blind to my movements
My lover forgets my words of praise
Forsaking me for himself
And actions do not speak louder than words.
. . . I repeat . . .
I am undone and unmade
Fading into silent obscurity
My shimmering shell ripped and crushed
I am peeled and naked, my full lips forced shut
My voice scattered to the winds.
. . . I repeat . . .
I recall a gold-shod being
Chatty and ever-smiling
Eyes sparkling with innocent humour
A soul that could never be silenced
Until I positioned myself under the feet of the Gods.
. . . I repeat . . .
I am a stain, echoing of lost brightness
Now a mere shade, faded and despairing
An unseen cocoon, empty of life's warmth
Living in cold darkness of eerie silence
Forever bound by your last word.
. . . I repeat . . .
I live a half-life of unlamented and unheard sorrows
Longing for my fickle lover
And the dancing pattern of speech
To unfold to brittle cocoon and spread joyous wings
To be more than a ghost of a whisper.
. . . I repeat . . .
An echo, a stain.
. . . I repeat . . .
Say nothing.
A/N: This is based on the tale of Echo and Narcissus and revolves around Echo's sorrows as she reflects on her condemnation to silence. The title is taken from the song 'An Echo, A Stain' by Bjork - I just thought it sounded really appropriate for what I'm trying to portray here. Enjoy!
A peeled snail
A cocoon of misery
They dance fervently on my accursed tongue.
Transit, remote.
Longing to sing.
. . . I repeat . . .
I live as a stain on the earth
A nymph come undone, unravelled into nothing
By divine wrath; beautiful and lethal.
I only long for my shell back
My comfort, my identity.
. . . I repeat . . .
Eyes that drank greedily of my form
Are now blind to my movements
My lover forgets my words of praise
Forsaking me for himself
And actions do not speak louder than words.
. . . I repeat . . .
I am undone and unmade
Fading into silent obscurity
My shimmering shell ripped and crushed
I am peeled and naked, my full lips forced shut
My voice scattered to the winds.
. . . I repeat . . .
I recall a gold-shod being
Chatty and ever-smiling
Eyes sparkling with innocent humour
A soul that could never be silenced
Until I positioned myself under the feet of the Gods.
. . . I repeat . . .
I am a stain, echoing of lost brightness
Now a mere shade, faded and despairing
An unseen cocoon, empty of life's warmth
Living in cold darkness of eerie silence
Forever bound by your last word.
. . . I repeat . . .
I live a half-life of unlamented and unheard sorrows
Longing for my fickle lover
And the dancing pattern of speech
To unfold to brittle cocoon and spread joyous wings
To be more than a ghost of a whisper.
. . . I repeat . . .
An echo, a stain.
. . . I repeat . . .
Say nothing.
