AchillesCrystal-tipped arrows fly from the sun and, spearing fiery colors down like rain, the sky melts and folds into the sea; even so does his pain slip away, like the proud, far-reaching clouds that, loosed from above, dissolve away into fog.Achilles
Now shining bronze turns to fragile glass, and the earth reaches down into herself, uprooting grassy plains and craggy rocks, to follow him to those subterranean Halls, to follow him with the cries of mourning; the inconsolable grief of his friends.
Those wails ripple in his spirit's wake, an amplified echo of his own
Unfinished SongI will offer you the setting, my love, if you will bring me to the climax. The glass of my window overlooks the desert— the sky multihued over pale golden sand, in colors melting in the heat of the day, slipping down the horizon, dripping from the sun, coalescing into murky dusk, colors deepening, and finally refrozen in the darkness, embellished with colored marble starsUnfinished Song
chiseled all around the moon.
At the glass of my window I lay, upon the cushioned seat, graced in satin, my eyes, passed over by sleep’s hand,
gaze out on the desert. How w
The Dove's LamentThe Dove’s LamentThe Dove's Lament
Why, cries her majesty the Dove, must lovers suffer cursèd loves? My dear, he stands against the moon, worshipped by the mists of night, empowered by the darkness, and so in love with light. I would give to him myself, and let the night consume the day— for what power is there in light, if it cannot in darkness blaze?
And the Lady Dove, embraced in Dawn, though drowned by Night, with golden fingers holds his heart.
FalseOh sweet light, like none I’d ever seen— the light of his eyes. Such as dreams that, upon turning from them, are only so vividly recalled for a few fast fading moments, until nothing of their power remains, merely the desire to recapture them. The light of his eyes, into which I had gazed too long, and like a fool who stares into the sun, was blinded, and, not knowing it was so, knew not to look away.False
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What trap have I set for you?
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