Can you hear it?
There is a certain darkness out tonight....
it has pulled on a special hue of shade,
it is calling out to us now....
to a peculiar kind of type,
It calls to the people of the night....
to your door and land,
open your mind wide....
to the ones without fright,
I see them as I spirit along....
through a midnight of a thousand colours,
come ride with me....
see the eyes glinting out from electric flames,
and smoke poured into the freezing blank air....
lines quivering over bridges and rails,
to pierce the water far below....
we are swept into the embrace of the cold,
yet we don't mind for ice fills our blood....
we can walk through a fixture,
of what people see....
yet they don't see what is before them,
and the grimy diamonds that dwell in plain sight....
we are the ones you have lost you see,
the villains of the tale....
the ones to whom time has swept us into ourselves,
Time is a seahorse....
and a seahorse itself is the symbol of strength,
a creature this small endures the storm....
clings to what it can hold and survives survives survives,
unto death....
we are the people of the seahorse,
and the ones of the lost names....
we fill the gaps where you blink,
and the corners shrouded in grey....
we war against ourselves,
and burn our symbol into the earth....
we impress upon the wind and the leaves,
a miniscule section of our soul....
yet when we die we continue on,
we travel far and wide....
we haunt the people we loved amidst the rain,
and the parts of ourselves that we have banished inside....
we are the wolf that runs,
flashing our teeth and tearing to pieces....
what we once admired,
we kill because of our nature....
because of who we are,
I would rather loose my fingers to the winters blue gnawing....
than endure the suffocating blanket of warmth that is to belong,
to another....
we tear off these shackles,
so that we may see the scars we made....
and in the end,
once our darkness we face....
we can pass into the pale,
into the dawn light....
where a city rests in the waves wake,
there is a sound we all hear then....
as we step out of the sea,
a familiar tune....
that embraces what we are,
and draws us to right here....
where the dust will be swept away,
and then not once touched again....
where we will grant all the parts of us,
the ability to live again....
and the stars will speak their words to us,
from deep within the black....
a whisper of the name of our home,
and how to get back.
The seahorse is the key....that's the only clue I'll give :], to do with my books. But.....Miss Scarlett is on holidays' babyyyyyy :] I'm even travelling back to Airlie beach....to experience that sort of life again. Why go back....why go forward, when both hold memories? Find me a place, where there are no burdens like that.
I'll try and write more Blogs, and hopefully by the end of this time I will be close to finishing the critique, what has been sent to me...
Hope you are all faring well and that life hasn't treated you too badly as of late,
Much Love....
Miss CLScarlett xx
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