HAPPY OCTOBER 13!
I haven't got anything sufficiently Halloweeny, but I'll work on it. In the meantime, here's something to keep ALL you crazed fans busy (ohhh the sarcasm!) Also, I spent a lot of time making the lj pretty. Take a peep. You know you wanna.
Queen of Masks
Gray, gray winds gently laid bleak tones over the earth, again and again. The only color left in the world was in well-crafted lies.
From this same window, she’d seen such vastly different and entirely wonderful days. She’d seen the sharp and quick silver glints from the armor of her infamous imperial army. She’d seen the fresh and fragrant greens and yellows of merchants boasting their harvests; the proud and pompous hues of attention-hungry tents; the deliciously distracting pinks and purples of wildly whirling skirts of dancing girls. In every way, in every sense, was each person alive. She saw the rich cinnamon brown of secretive mothers preparing surprises in their kitchens. She could taste the thick, spicy, pounding music of celebrations in the square--usually in her honor.
And most especially, she had seen, on the countenance of each fair young woman, round babe and sun-browned man that turned towards the castle, reverence, and more over, admiration.
But some plague or famine or evil had slowly seeped in, and the colors and wonders of the Queendom had slowly retreated. The swirling music she’d drank in gradually came still and dried up completely. The sparkling smells of the ever-busy market lost their enticing gleam and turned to dust. Soon, the *richest* thing in the Queendom was the black of shadows, slithering through ruins in the night, insatiably seeking any bit of light to consume utterly. The greedy gray clouds had gobbled up the sun and now lay stretched across the sky, basking in their irreverence.
Who left acknowledged her, in her towers and grand halls? Not the voracious shadows, not the indolent clouds, who were so lethargic, they fell slowly from the sky and resigned themselves to becoming fog.
From her window, now, she saw nothing, tasted nothing, and smelled nothing. She covered over that window, and every other one in her castle. To conceal the nothing inside, she wore the mask.
Think she's the lady in my icon?
The Thoughts of a Cutter
It’s beautiful--pain
slice; to let out what’s inside
red looks good on me
Darkened Love (oh god, this is old...vampirism, whoo!)
it creeps and crawls inside my head
regarding my weakened body though i was dead
i would buckle my beliefs and pray
but for the shroud it hinders me and i lay
the soft murmur of hidden seeping in my chest
the sordid results of the blade within my breast
if my body will sprawl atop yours, consider there joy in my demise
And do not think twice when blood and tears cascade behind my eyes
I’ll see you again in stone cold face that heralds decease
Under chilling pale moon light we rise beneath
Ecstatic scarlet when crimson lips concealing weapons
and vulnerable neck met
To rest again with you and feel oh so sweet,
to be shunned it only makes it sweet
Thank ya, and remember, only 18 days until Halloween. :)
Queen of Masks
Gray, gray winds gently laid bleak tones over the earth, again and again. The only color left in the world was in well-crafted lies.
From this same window, she’d seen such vastly different and entirely wonderful days. She’d seen the sharp and quick silver glints from the armor of her infamous imperial army. She’d seen the fresh and fragrant greens and yellows of merchants boasting their harvests; the proud and pompous hues of attention-hungry tents; the deliciously distracting pinks and purples of wildly whirling skirts of dancing girls. In every way, in every sense, was each person alive. She saw the rich cinnamon brown of secretive mothers preparing surprises in their kitchens. She could taste the thick, spicy, pounding music of celebrations in the square--usually in her honor.
And most especially, she had seen, on the countenance of each fair young woman, round babe and sun-browned man that turned towards the castle, reverence, and more over, admiration.
But some plague or famine or evil had slowly seeped in, and the colors and wonders of the Queendom had slowly retreated. The swirling music she’d drank in gradually came still and dried up completely. The sparkling smells of the ever-busy market lost their enticing gleam and turned to dust. Soon, the *richest* thing in the Queendom was the black of shadows, slithering through ruins in the night, insatiably seeking any bit of light to consume utterly. The greedy gray clouds had gobbled up the sun and now lay stretched across the sky, basking in their irreverence.
Who left acknowledged her, in her towers and grand halls? Not the voracious shadows, not the indolent clouds, who were so lethargic, they fell slowly from the sky and resigned themselves to becoming fog.
From her window, now, she saw nothing, tasted nothing, and smelled nothing. She covered over that window, and every other one in her castle. To conceal the nothing inside, she wore the mask.
Think she's the lady in my icon?
The Thoughts of a Cutter
It’s beautiful--pain
slice; to let out what’s inside
red looks good on me
Darkened Love (oh god, this is old...vampirism, whoo!)
it creeps and crawls inside my head
regarding my weakened body though i was dead
i would buckle my beliefs and pray
but for the shroud it hinders me and i lay
the soft murmur of hidden seeping in my chest
the sordid results of the blade within my breast
if my body will sprawl atop yours, consider there joy in my demise
And do not think twice when blood and tears cascade behind my eyes
I’ll see you again in stone cold face that heralds decease
Under chilling pale moon light we rise beneath
Ecstatic scarlet when crimson lips concealing weapons
and vulnerable neck met
To rest again with you and feel oh so sweet,
to be shunned it only makes it sweet
Thank ya, and remember, only 18 days until Halloween. :)