Macabre RomanceLike so much in the garden of life
the romance flowers have withered due to lack of attention. Love songs once pregnant with meaning seem to have changed into satirical comedies that leave one aching with laughter. Time flows and the garden becomes overgrown, and soon the once brilliant green degenerate into skeletal remains of a great love story, the flesh stripped bare and no longer considered beautiful. For every great princess must become the crone, so everything must decay.
Leave MeLeave me here within the silence, within the dark.Let my doubts and fears fester, an open wound, a testament to stubbornness.Deny me, hate me, and think it righteous.Betrayal is met on both sides, for you have done it many times, but I only once.Then why do I pay the heavier price?I welcomed you with open arms of forgiveness, but you mock me with absence,Silent disapproval, and apparent lack of touch.I reach out for you, testing, tasting, waiting.Neglect is the motive for my betrayal, and still it continues
Yes. This will make it all better.Pour salt upon the wound, and leave it to gangrene.
Told you...You have angered me for the last time, she snarled, her nails digging into the soft skin of his jugular, the sharpened points causing blood to start to cascade past her cuticles.His denial was nothing more than a rasp and a futile grasp at her wrists. Her amber eyes locked on to his, the hatred seeping out quicker than his life force.I told you. I told you to quit pushing. I told you to leave well enough alone. I tried to save you. I tried to be kind, she growled, emphasized each word with a crunching squeeze.He shuddered on his knees, his eyes falling to the back of his head and there was a sickening crunch as h
Like a PhotographWe are like a black and white photograph. The stark contrasts, the blacks and whites. No grey areas, no real questions or uncertainties. What we see is what we get.He turned from the window, regarding her with intense, dark eyes. He could see how his words had affected her, tears gathering in her large eyes, wide in surprise. She had her hand to her heart, and he could almost hear her soft oh.His love glanced away, color blossoming along her cheeks, moved and embarrassed. Despite his previous melancholy mood, he smiled. He moved silently to her side, sliding one hand into hers, the other tilting her face to his.
Promises"Promises were meant to be kept!!" she screamed at him, tears running down her face, her element providing no source of comfort.Zuko stood, immobile, unable to make a sound or allow an emotion to escape him."You were supposed to protect him! You promised me!! Promises were meant to be kept!" Katara raged, breaking free of her brother's embrace and leaping at the Fire Nation Prince.She banged her fists against his chest, each thud against his sternum an echo of his heartbeat. Slow, thudding, and almost painful. Each blow a reminder, each cacophony of sound, an image. His Father. Boom. Aang. Boom. Lightening. Boom. Aang on the Palace Floo
TOSW "Contemplor Luna"TOSW Contemplor Luna**My lady, Yan-Sui called to the River Goddess, who stood at the center of the river, her entire body shining in the almost-full moonlight. He had felt her depart the Elders home, and had followed her to the river.Jian looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and full of unmasked emotion. She raised her hands from the water, gesturing with grace. Idle drops of liquid cascaded back to the surface, glittering in her glow.There is not a bright night that goes by that I can avoid her, she said quietly, turning her face back to the moon. I shine, just as she does. Ev