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drip drip drip
Light has fallen asleep. Mother dropped a
blanket of ashes over the sailing skies. I yawn.
Heavenly dew parts from above to nourish my dusty throat.
My eyelids gravitate towards the earth, but the back of my mind
tells me to watch. And listen. So I do. It is strange how time always
devours me when I kindly leave it be. Tick, tock, tick—somewhere in the
land of pirates, the dark tides are rising to conquer—tock. My toes stir
up my very own whirlpool of sludge. Then it pulls me under. I raise my
gaze, as the sailing skies become a symphony. Woodwinds whistle
freely through my earth-drenched hair. The base drums
sound-the hour has come. I wish to hear
the full length of Mother’s
my eardrums fully
object. So I rise and go back.
Crescendo. The symphony goes on- it is
a wondrous but icy song. I can feel my bones,
chilling and shaking with every thrill. Crescendo.
My right hand grips the frosty doorknob. The Great War
has bega-BOOMBOOMCRACKBOOMCRACKLEBOOM… How strange-there
are constellations flickering on the back of my eyelids.
There is molten steel dripping from my ears. There
are needles ricocheting within my skull.
What is happening? As
quickly as it
it is over.
Light has awoken.
The symphony has ended. The
War has struck its final blow. And I,
brave soldier, return from battle in triumphant
victory. As I glance back at the lonely battlefield, now
bare and silent, reminiscent thoughts engulf me. I remember green
leaves trembling as they wept for tomorrow, and lush meadow grasses
sending fragrant love notes to each other through the tear-streaked air.
I remember watching Mother drop blanket after blanket of ashes on to
sailing skies, and how the whole world hushed down to watch Light fall in
to sweet dreams. Oh, how I wish to hear that symphony with my own ears
again, and fight bravely in that beautiful War, just to feel the
woodwinds through my hair once more. Tick-somewhere
in the land of pirates the dark tides
have ceased to conquer—tock.