We Pulled our Seeds of Doom from the Sun, and torched our feet until we Could Run...

 

There isn't much time...

but first,

let me tell you a rhyme...

the story of the moth,

have you heard...

do you know?

For the story of the moth...

is of a particular woe,

to be created a creature...

bound to the night,

yet ever longing for a taste of light...

see yourself,

spiral ever up...

to reach and soar for the glow,

but with one touch be struck down...

it is not their fault,

it is in their nature...

they are designed to want,

but never to touch...

be forgotten.

For no one thinks on a moth.

 

Let the creaking hands lead you...

away from the light,

don't shy away or close thy eyes...

for it is a most glorious night,

these hands you know...

and have run from,

yet...

see how the fear was only in the unknown,

now they beckon here...

trace chalk paths down the black halls,

where dust and grime faded years before...

past fractured mirrors built into the walls,

and shifting faces...

that bare teeth,

and wink deep amongst their sunken skin...

the endless path we follow,

to the country of ghosts...

the floor it sways,

and we lead you through the waves...

you have become what you always were,

a creature of nature...

whose heart is swallowed by salt and coral,

had a heart...

need a heart,

oh dearest...

no one ever believed that a moth or a wolf had a heart,

 

Have you ever thought on a ocean...?

many have become its' lover,

many dream of it...

many desire it,

they flock to its' feet from all over...

yet the sea does not love,

embrace her beauty and she will take you...

crush you,

roll you up...

and destroy you,

she cannot love...

because her waves keep her from loving,

she is injuring herself as much as any other...

the only thing left when your nature swings towards darkness,

when you crush all who come your way...

is to embrace it,

because it is so much easier not to try...

or please,

But perishcherish the though not little one...

see here we go,

further in and further dark...

to maybe a place you know,

for the agitation only grows...

and claws dark paths at night,

when you resist and squirm...

and gnash your teeth,

oh we laugh at your anger...

for it is not fury but fear,



 



you fear the anger...

and you fear what you will find in the dark,

you fear that you'll see a naked face...

and that it will be your own.

I know no other way...

you sayy,

you have embraced the kindest lie...

there is no way to change,

or perhaps I will not...

for change is burning,

my lungs on fire...

and I struck the match,

listen to them wafer and singe...

as they constrict to barely a breath,

Come now...

no need for that,

we still need you...

in tact for our plans,

like your precious government enforces...

we will ensure you live to a ripe old age,

just don't expect to be happy or anything but a pawn.

 

 

we hunt for what is left of the soul...

give in dear,

for we have sent the hounds...

and they seek and find and howl,

until they have nibbled away all the veins and lights...

for dark wolves roam our streets tonight,

dont mind our screeching or laughter...

this is all part of the sport,

to see you flee and fight and run...

here's a bow and arrow,

if you can manage a shot...

oh what a lark you are,

when it's already so lost...

and so near to over,

we could feel the shift into darkness a shade darker...

we know,

and yet you squawk like a proud hen...

protest,

when there was never any point...

 

See where our forest ends,

with smoke and fire and rain...

we travel through until perhaps you will give in,

or find the light and take your heart again...

which we hardly expect,

yet we leave the challenge open for you...

and the choice;

you are balancing on a crumbling wire...

and each step you take now takes you further away,

either you fall and let the darkness take you in...

let your mind be consumed,

or you turn and run back...

to face the wolves and their teeth,

and perhaps their bites  and the blood will reveal to you that you still have a heart and soul...

maybe then you can move on,

but until then...

you are up for grabs my dear,

and the road to the country of ghosts...

continues from here,

on and on...

wail and wail,

for a piece of us missing...

yet dragged far away,

so forget...

and end.

 

Yet who cries anymore??

Not the wolves...not us.

 

 

 

Darkness grows...but maybe one day I will accept light again,

  Miss CLScarlett xx