Newbie Here
This is my first conceptfic. It's rather odd.
An Allegory of Love
Characters: Love/Beauty, Envy
Genre: Conceptslash, Stream of Consciousness, POV
Summary: Envy looks on.
Rating: PG
Warnings: a bit dark, unbeta’d. I’m a novice writer.
Disclaimer: these are all concepts in the public domain, but I’m still not making any money off of it. The poem is "The Sick Rose" by William Blake, but it’s in the public domain too.
O Rose, thou art sick
It’s perfection, is it not? You are both so fair and charming, who could help but love you? The mortals adore you, and as for us, even War and Deceit welcome you in their idle hours. And why shouldn’t they - you brighten the world. Only Time and I know better.
The invisible worm
I’ve seen how you treated your former lovers. Fickle beings you are, leaving your cast-offs broken-hearted and at least half-mad for their trouble without a backward glance. Despair gets some of them, but most of the wretches fall straight into my arms. And I don’t play with them like you do.
That flies in the night
They don’t appreciate me either. I stay with them when you abandon them, let them cling with all their strength, and still they pretend I’m not there! All they can think of is your lost bliss and beauty. They never appreciate me! Never!
In the howling storm
Now you can see how you like it. Fickle creatures, always thinking you can do better. How long until you tire of each other, the way you tire of everybody else. How long until you move toward greener pastures and brighter flowers? How long? Because you will.
Has found out thy bed
I can see it already. Beauty, your little looks at golden Summer and graceful Spring get more “aesthetically appreciative” by the day. And Love, do you really think you were sidling up to War to borrow his knife-sharpener? I’ve heard all the excuses, even if you haven’t.
Of crimson joy,
But for now, you both play the game. And it’s a pretty picture you make, too. Both so lovely, you shine even brighter in each other’s light. In spite of myself, I almost hope that this time, it lasts.
And his dark secret love
But of course, that would be impossible. Some things never change, and the course of love is one of them. Spark, warming flame, scorching heat, to cold ashes. Your fire will burn out, just as it has for those who loved you.
Does thy life destroy.
I almost hate to see this happen. You are both so fair and charming, who could help but love you? But history is not thrown over. This beauty will end, as you treat each other the way you treated the many others who tried for your hearts. Like me.
An Allegory of Love
Characters: Love/Beauty, Envy
Genre: Conceptslash, Stream of Consciousness, POV
Summary: Envy looks on.
Rating: PG
Warnings: a bit dark, unbeta’d. I’m a novice writer.
Disclaimer: these are all concepts in the public domain, but I’m still not making any money off of it. The poem is "The Sick Rose" by William Blake, but it’s in the public domain too.
O Rose, thou art sick
It’s perfection, is it not? You are both so fair and charming, who could help but love you? The mortals adore you, and as for us, even War and Deceit welcome you in their idle hours. And why shouldn’t they - you brighten the world. Only Time and I know better.
The invisible worm
I’ve seen how you treated your former lovers. Fickle beings you are, leaving your cast-offs broken-hearted and at least half-mad for their trouble without a backward glance. Despair gets some of them, but most of the wretches fall straight into my arms. And I don’t play with them like you do.
That flies in the night
They don’t appreciate me either. I stay with them when you abandon them, let them cling with all their strength, and still they pretend I’m not there! All they can think of is your lost bliss and beauty. They never appreciate me! Never!
In the howling storm
Now you can see how you like it. Fickle creatures, always thinking you can do better. How long until you tire of each other, the way you tire of everybody else. How long until you move toward greener pastures and brighter flowers? How long? Because you will.
Has found out thy bed
I can see it already. Beauty, your little looks at golden Summer and graceful Spring get more “aesthetically appreciative” by the day. And Love, do you really think you were sidling up to War to borrow his knife-sharpener? I’ve heard all the excuses, even if you haven’t.
Of crimson joy,
But for now, you both play the game. And it’s a pretty picture you make, too. Both so lovely, you shine even brighter in each other’s light. In spite of myself, I almost hope that this time, it lasts.
And his dark secret love
But of course, that would be impossible. Some things never change, and the course of love is one of them. Spark, warming flame, scorching heat, to cold ashes. Your fire will burn out, just as it has for those who loved you.
Does thy life destroy.
I almost hate to see this happen. You are both so fair and charming, who could help but love you? But history is not thrown over. This beauty will end, as you treat each other the way you treated the many others who tried for your hearts. Like me.