I didn't really know where to put this poem… the Vogeti Wings were inspired by Selphius and her pictures.
Safe- keeping of Paper Flowers and Twilight Butterflies
Deep within your eyes, I'm swimming in a dream; a dream of fields of folded paper flowers and an inky black darkness of the midnight sky.
Silently you beckon to me, whilst I cry hushed tears of utter confusion. The stars have faded as the night metamorphoses into day.
Your darkness has consumed my reasoning and escapes at the thought of sunrise. The paper flowers refashion themselves into butterflies, excited at the thought of flight. The sunlight warms their wings.
They return s flowers when the Moon becomes Lord of the Sky, but because you have entered this trance- like Realm, a new occurrence has befallen.
Your strange new mastery of dawn and nightfall has pierced my feather- like pinions and your poisonous lips have changed my world and flipped it upside down.
The lost carol of the Devil's Trill is echoing unceasingly through seemingly empty glass halls. The playing of a violin can be heard. The Dirge of Vogeti Wings dripping toxin from their tips.
Forgotten tears emerge from their hidden depths, and fragments of memories that once were of all those who have been condemned to oblivion, have for hope.
Tall trees of white rind glow eerily in the night. They are all that abides of the Forgotten City; their wounded boughs and anxiety remain.
Dripping sap from unseen wounds; at first they laughed but now they cry, shedding tears of nature's blood. How their zest and vivacity have depleted over time.
Tell me the secrets of your blighting ways so that I may turn them around and reflect this horrendous destruction back at you like a ray of light on a mirror. I will replace the Dirge with the Serenade of Woven Dreams of the Forgotten City. Made up of the dreams and hopes of her people entwined in a never- ending circle of illusions and aspirations.
Together you and I will balance out; Sun to Moon and Moon to Sun. In the same way as the roads of light and darkness forging a new path: The Twilit road. With your venom and my bane we would work well together. Take my hand and open your heart, we'll go together on the Crepuscular passage.
Protect this world and surely you will come to realize the beauty it hides in every crevice and every stem. Protect the paper flowers and butterflies from the onslaught of rain that your darkness will surely convey. Don't let them wither and die, letting the paper become saturated with the shadows your wickedness brings.