White
White.
The body drained of blood, purity, illusion. The first untainted snowfall of winter, bringing gentle death to the world. The ashes after the hottest fire, and the phoenix who makes them his nest. He is flame, but not unconquered or unmastered; he is pride, but tempered and overmastered by his older sibling, the fire and heat to his light and stillness. The middle brother, betwixt and between--without pride of place or pity to call his own.
He is the illumination, the truth, the rage against what isn't fair, what's imbalanced. He is the lightbringer, reaching out beyond the bounds of wisdom to touch knowledge and realize what the multitudinous stars hold in their fiery hearts. This is the one who wants more than what he's been given, who is afraid and yet awed at his own immortality, the chance to seek what's really out there. This is the new world in the eyes and voice of a child.
This is the sanies, the corrupted slaver, the pall of leprosy and corruption. This is the sand and ash left after the destruction of a once-living world. This is the wolf who lurks in the shadows, rabid and half-mad with his visions, trapped in his own illusions and the light that only he can see. He is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end, cradling the whole world in his silvery claws and singing along with a choir that drives the world to madness.
Though your sins be as scarlet, he will wash them white as snow.
White.
The body drained of blood, purity, illusion. The first untainted snowfall of winter, bringing gentle death to the world. The ashes after the hottest fire, and the phoenix who makes them his nest. He is flame, but not unconquered or unmastered; he is pride, but tempered and overmastered by his older sibling, the fire and heat to his light and stillness. The middle brother, betwixt and between--without pride of place or pity to call his own.
He is the illumination, the truth, the rage against what isn't fair, what's imbalanced. He is the lightbringer, reaching out beyond the bounds of wisdom to touch knowledge and realize what the multitudinous stars hold in their fiery hearts. This is the one who wants more than what he's been given, who is afraid and yet awed at his own immortality, the chance to seek what's really out there. This is the new world in the eyes and voice of a child.
This is the sanies, the corrupted slaver, the pall of leprosy and corruption. This is the sand and ash left after the destruction of a once-living world. This is the wolf who lurks in the shadows, rabid and half-mad with his visions, trapped in his own illusions and the light that only he can see. He is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end, cradling the whole world in his silvery claws and singing along with a choir that drives the world to madness.
Though your sins be as scarlet, he will wash them white as snow.
