The Children of Webs and Dust...

 

 

This is Our story...

 

We are children of the webs and dust,

we were wrought from the bones of the trees...

and the drums they dug up from beneath the Earth,

We remember when our scars were still-bleeding...

and our wings still-damp,

our eyes filled with a half-light...

and our claws just-new,

they had sewn our souls within us...

 through buttons and twine,

and still we held the old memories...

As the centuries passed,

they gave us new names...

and exchanged our wings for nightmares,

 

We saw...

 

Have you ever listened to the voice of the wind?

Have you ever struck the light from the daerk metal...

seen the glow of it seep into your bones,

devour you like a sickness?

 

 

 

We walked with the half-there fellows...

the ones that yawned the days wide,

and listened to the half-uttered fears of the ocean...

 

There was one of us,

one of our number...

a boy who had two different eyes,

his soul had not yet been eaten away...

he still smiled,

he loved someone you see...

a girl of the Autumn,

and screaming rains...

and the bitter smell of ash after a fire,

she was his everything...

and yet her spirit too wild,

too animal...

too much a force of nature,

than a force of something...

that could be touched,

 

 

The boy travelled to the farthest corners...

of the underground tunnels,

the rooms adorned with broken glass...

through the suns whose hearts were filled with holes,

and into the blackest of deeps...

to ask for a way,

to be like her...

to give up our sacred ways,

 

For a time...

we listened to the creaking of his heart,

knew the hour sands of his soul...

had run their way into the labyrinth,

that lies just at the edge of our consciousness...

 

So he spoke to the Ember One,

the one whose heart is no longer dust like ours...

but stone,

who takes blood and fractures of your soul as payment...

he who would eat your very eyes,

if they were all you had to give...

 

So the boy gave away his voice,

allowed the creature to take and bind and warp...

he made him like her,

yet he had asked the wrong question...

bound not just himself but us,

and now we are all doomed...

 

 

 

The girl eventually became infinite,

and the boy lost her...

lost her to the stars and the planets and the storms,

that were her true heart...

she forgot that love was a thing of the breathing,

not a thing for half-creatures...

and beings that belong amidst the lightning,

we fall ever so gently...

and then our doom was paved in the tombs of this land,

 

 

 

We are permitted now to exist...

to exist but not to die,

and yet through each second...

and century,

and season...

the daerk shall claim us more,

and more...

very soon there will be nothing left of us,

but the black stone that binds...

and creates of us images,

that the world would long for...

though in truth,

it was their very doubt...

that made us so,

that slowly entombed us...

in this waking death.

 

 

 

So be it to them to awaken us...

Again.

 

 

 

Miss CLScarlett xx