cutting_edgex23: ([XF] running through hell)
X-23 ([personal profile] cutting_edgex23) wrote2016-04-20 07:57 pm

The nighttime is for me

. . . a cloudless sky, every star clear as crystal, sharp-edged and shining and singing a glorious descant over barren black sands . . .

. . . running blood-hot and joyous through a wine-dark morning, tree branches hung with lianas dense and thick overhead, while behind runs a pack of creatures made of claws and teeth and fur and the beauty of the chase, the hunt, the kill . . .

. . . a city of ragged stone spires, air bone-dry and cold, six-legged beings prowling the streets and building elaborate structures of iron up and around the spires, the last decaying remnants of an old, old empire . . .

. . . wings beating and beating and beating overhead in a living jewel-bright tapestry, a ceremony honoring what is, what was, and what may yet be . . .

. . . a stone bench in a garden full of flowers many-petaled and many-dimensioned, vibrant and heavily scented, air still and only a little damp . . .

. . . a blasted plain . . .

. . . a mountain range covered in fire . . .

. . . people made of stars and stones and trees and grass and crystal and and and . . .

But like nightmares and dreams and sleep and life --

All vacations must end.

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