the lamentation of swans .the lamentation of swans . by warstar
Their meeting was one of coincidence, their courtship one of uncertainty, and their engagement one of marked misgivings. He knew little about her, but could not deny that he loved her. When they wed, he promised to take her to the lake everyday; they would build a house beside it, and then she would never have to part from it again. She missed her family at times, but was an ideal wife and, when their children grew, they played always in the lake and grew to love it as she did. Of course, they took after her in more ways than just one. Pale hair, pale eyes, pale skin, they were all hers, and their appearances only hinted at something more, as hers did. When the full moon came she would dance beside the lake and then swim, swim all the night through as he watched. Their children, wild with youth and heritage, grew to do the same. But never, never did a lamentation of swans return to the lake, and she wept in the agonies of their parting. The maw of her hidden belonging engulfing her in
Love the GhostLove the Ghost by warstar
She looked at him, a tear forming in the cool colours of her left eye, trickling down one transparent cheek only moments later.
"I'm dead" she said, stating the obvious.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of her finally accepting her fate.
"So you are." he confirmed, adjusting his shirt collar in an effort to distract himself from the situation, was he going mad? He attempted to block out the sight of her coffin riding on the shoulders of her brothers only hours before.
But now she looked so real to him, perhaps more alive than she ever had, and he realised how deeply he really had loved her, though never professing it enough to do it justice.
She sighed, leaning forward and stretching her arms downwards, hands clenched before her. "What now?"
He rubbed his eyes, she seemed to be adjusting to this much too quickly, he only wished he had her resiliency; he clenched his jaw. "What do you mean?" He asked slowly, suddenly frightened by the idea of the future.
laces and moonlight.laces and moonlight. by warstar
"Oh fuck." she said, jamming her two cents into our conversation. I tried to ignore her, shoving them back, unwanted as they were. "You didn't just say that."
I looked at her appalled. "In fact, I did." was my retort, bitter in the moonlight she radiated.
Fuck off, was what I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue before it decided it was more bold-hearted than its owner.
She gave me a look her eyes were surely unhappy with, because they shut and looked away before her mouth became motivated enough to speak again.
I wanted to take your hand and drag you towards our home, our bed; but my hand dared not stir from my side, the other paired itself with my hip. My lips became my only accessory as I tried to smile, but they decided this wasn't enough and twisted my good intentions into a laugh, resounding against the pavement in a way which told everyone it hadn't wanted to touch the ground. The sky beckoned and I noticed my chortle didn't linger to catch names as I did, despite your presence.
the sun + the starsthe sun + the stars by warstar
we ponder at the stars and constellations and
things that haven't happened yet
lying on our backs, allowing
our fire-hearts to scorch our lungs and
quench our thirst for poetry as we spew the few
verses we've memorised together at each others' jaw lines;
I want to open your eyes to the fact that our breath is burning my precious moon
and you want to stun me with the facts you learned from book-keeping;
the sun hasn't shined on us together like this since we first met
I wonder how you've managed
to smile exactly the same smile everyday since;
the stars I once thought so precious in the sky have found a new home in the colour of your eyes;
I think that befits you
you call me the sun and
I've always said you
make me fall to pieces.