A Prayer for You, Aeris ~ By Crimson Sun
Come coldness of morning, and we embrace it.
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Too clear is the sky on this day. Softly the sunlight spears through the shadows of night, wrapped in its golden blanket of silk.
This comfort contradicts with our feeling of grief, so we must welcome the chilling breeziness instead.
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There are thoughts in our head, but we cannot catch a single one. The train speeds through my mind into yours, into his, theirs, until all that we can hear is the steady buzzing of a migraine.
We try to put our feelings to words. This has never worked for us, so now we must stand, heads bowed, and hope to the lifestream that our unspoken prayers will reach its rightful receiver.
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Here we have stood on many more occasions than one, same position, shoulder to shoulder. In front of us kneels an angel, her eyes are closed and her hands are folded in a silent testimony.
She has no wings, and vines strap her body down to earth. There are so many like her in this place we stand in, but none as beautiful. Not another reflects the sunlight as she does.
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This stone statue, a tribute to another we knew. In life she was a flower in the desert, the moon in the night. In death, she still glows her radiant light.
She has fallen, only to rise as an angel. Here on the earth of the planet, we pay our tribute to who was once our flower, our light, our beauty.
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Aeris. We speak to Aeris. Through whirlpools of worlds we wish for these simple unspoken words to find her.
Aeris, once such a refuge in our sea of confusion, our warmth in winter. We were all touched by her influence. All scarred by her depart.
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So under the cloudless sky we pray for our lost Aeris, and may the cold wind continue to blow so we may return its bitter caress with our own tears of ice.
And may the Angel we once lost continue to blow her kisses to us. In the form of soft, cold wind she will reach us through death.
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Amen.
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AN: I have no idea how to say a prayer. But I had wanted to do something for Aeris for ages. Admit it, even if you were not a big fan of her, you would still have felt something for her death.
This is the poem of AVALANCHE members grieving for Aeris's death. They're standing in front of a stone angel they've dedicated to her, if my wording is unclear.
No comments on how a real prayer is said, please. And please, please review.
Come coldness of morning, and we embrace it.
~
Too clear is the sky on this day. Softly the sunlight spears through the shadows of night, wrapped in its golden blanket of silk.
This comfort contradicts with our feeling of grief, so we must welcome the chilling breeziness instead.
~
There are thoughts in our head, but we cannot catch a single one. The train speeds through my mind into yours, into his, theirs, until all that we can hear is the steady buzzing of a migraine.
We try to put our feelings to words. This has never worked for us, so now we must stand, heads bowed, and hope to the lifestream that our unspoken prayers will reach its rightful receiver.
~
Here we have stood on many more occasions than one, same position, shoulder to shoulder. In front of us kneels an angel, her eyes are closed and her hands are folded in a silent testimony.
She has no wings, and vines strap her body down to earth. There are so many like her in this place we stand in, but none as beautiful. Not another reflects the sunlight as she does.
~
This stone statue, a tribute to another we knew. In life she was a flower in the desert, the moon in the night. In death, she still glows her radiant light.
She has fallen, only to rise as an angel. Here on the earth of the planet, we pay our tribute to who was once our flower, our light, our beauty.
~
Aeris. We speak to Aeris. Through whirlpools of worlds we wish for these simple unspoken words to find her.
Aeris, once such a refuge in our sea of confusion, our warmth in winter. We were all touched by her influence. All scarred by her depart.
~
So under the cloudless sky we pray for our lost Aeris, and may the cold wind continue to blow so we may return its bitter caress with our own tears of ice.
And may the Angel we once lost continue to blow her kisses to us. In the form of soft, cold wind she will reach us through death.
~
Amen.
~
AN: I have no idea how to say a prayer. But I had wanted to do something for Aeris for ages. Admit it, even if you were not a big fan of her, you would still have felt something for her death.
This is the poem of AVALANCHE members grieving for Aeris's death. They're standing in front of a stone angel they've dedicated to her, if my wording is unclear.
No comments on how a real prayer is said, please. And please, please review.