Dad told me tonight at dinner that the Credit Union called and said I’d need him to co-sign for my card if I want a limit of $1,000 or more. So we’ll do that this week and in 4-7 days I should have my card. 😀
I’m still working on the site a little… just trying to get some writing done, mostly… Once I have the image Ashley is making for me I’ll do the intro page and make some banners and buttons so you can link to me. By the time I have all of that finished I should have my domain and host set up. FrozenTruth.com will be up within 2 weeks with any luck. I need to learn php and some other languages soon so that I can make use of all the great stuff webslum includes with hosting(much more than all the other hosts I’ve priced at).
I’ve been working on an old poem based upon the story that Frozen Truth first came from. It was hard since I wrote it two winters ago and was never inspired enough to add to it. Getting back into the mindset and figuring out how to approach the dive scene was the main issue. Anyway, it’s in the cut… the old part and the added one… It’s called “Moths and Fireflies”.
(old in bold, new in italics)
The tide of breath began anew
Quivering replaced her still corpse-rest
She could not feel but did
Heavyness sat upon her lidded eyes
Light in instant-glows she knew
Through those translucent wings
Eye-lashed wings she could not use to fly
Joined in the movement denying death
The little-weight lifted from her face
And the pale twin moons appeared
Unveiled as curtain-clouds drew away
Returned and lifted again
Between her eyes and grey lined limbs
Appendages ice-dusted and nearly lit
The lights and grey winds weaved
More knots around those keeping her within
Void within her chest, memories and song
Bound with soul-knots, shards chained
A thousand threads pulled away
A thousand more retied in dance
Yellow-green sparks dropped to her
Did not burn or warm, they chilled
She let them light her legs, arms, emptiness
Sleep she longed, eyes too wide
Grey wings drew her gaze abroad
But their cloud grew deeper
Then all the wings seethed and boiled
Lightly they fell to clothe a void
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Her legs gained strength, broke through frost
They drew up, clear of dark, white moss
Her ice-coated joints thawed with motion
The threads slipped back into the dark
Fingers met palms; claws, flesh
No tears, no blood, no pain released
Still tension gripped her limbs
Light and wings mingled in their dance
Lips, dry, ice cracked, and red
Tore apart, breath alone set free
Her voice was silent in void
Her song, her soul, her love its company
Her life was lost, brittle in the chill
Yet shakily her shoulders lifted
And she somehow rose on splintered legs
The lights fell upon her hair; wings, her skin
In a circle she turned with purpose
‘Till path to water, metal, glass she knew
A foot slid forward and resistant ice moved
Sunken holes, whitened, walked forward
Through razor-branches, unslowed, she ran
Gashes instantly covered by wings
Let not a drop mar the white
Of her skin, the snow, the cold, the void
At last, when lines would have clothed her
Had she not a gown of tattered grey
The limbs gave way to a shore
Of rock before snow lidded water
A line she walked upon the ice
Feet and legs lifting slightly up
Above stillest water’s white skin
Moving to the center slowly
The snow-floor collapsed beneath her
Down she plunged into the dead lake
Giving motion and waves to it
In her pocket of disturbance
Legs striving and arms sliding wild
She faced down to the dark below
Pushed and pulled against the waters
As they futilely forced her up
The liquid was long unnoticed
In her lungs as she gasped at last
Still she swam on resolutely
In the trail of small white bubbles
Her dark hair exploding backward
Was all that separated her
From the waters around her skin
All pale but for the burst of coal
Tension gone, all fluid motion
Thawing in the ice-cold blackness
Dropping as a long stone of quartz
To the bottom of emptiness
Her arms before her hit the earth
Breaking her fall and turning her
Around her center as she searched
The bottom for the truest blade
Her fingertips brushed the handle
Warmth crept up them to her knuckles
Then the cold flowed back like lightning
As she drifted and lost contact
One hand found and grasped the sharp blade
A red cloud swiftly covered both
Sharp heat swept up her hand and arm
Filling her body, limbs and mind
Flames lept over her shielded soul
Not breaking through the cold hard shell
Thawing her mind and deeper thoughts
Not breaking false threads or pain
The lights and grey wings pulled on threads
Lifting her to the light above
Slowly rising with the blade
Lifting heat with it beside her
Her head broke free of the water
A deep breath of air she drew in
Coughing and aching she floated
With thoughts of the one consuming
2 comments on “Moths”
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Awesome. It’s extremely good, I’m glad you got to start on it some more..I actually remember reading the first bit last year.
I LOVE YOU APOLLO!
Now, you can’t deny how much of a good writer you are 😛 this is proof that you truly are!
😛 bah, that’s horrible writing, really.
But if you like it then I’ll keep writing :*
I LOVE YOU ASHLEY!!