Moths + Fireflies

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

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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

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With Truth in hand she walked the path

Silently mouthing forgiveness

Surrounded by her green-grey cloud

Stepping straight through cutting branches

Inner swarm of revelations

Thoughts and pieces of memory

A storm quick-dancing in her mind

Each piece telling all she could be

Three types of tears flowed around her

Circling with each step she took

Cold white joining with her deep cloud

Wings and lights falling to her hair

White around her thickened, blinding

Ice-coating her gown of yellow-grey

Beneath the wings she felt nothing

A tempest of mind drawing in

Thoughts which she now feared forgetting

Collected on her mind’s blue walls

As the cloud did in her footsteps

While through the trees she sped onward

Silence, but for the wind, pushed her

Forward through the scratching branches

She raged, slow and ice-calm, deeper

With every thought fallen inside

Clothed in tattered, flowing strands

Hair, wings and coals deep-encapsuled

With the ice reflecting no light

Not from within nor from without

With every footfall she found truth

Melting the shards of memory

Collectng her mind and soul at last

Even as her feet slid through snow

Wings and sparks broke from threads and ice

Filling now empty air again

Her circling lights brightening

Lessening outer emptiness

The blade in her hand rising now

Lit with blue and drawing the sparks

Burning and absorbing them all

A soft torch lighting her old way

Her mind was filling with one thought

Of love, her unbroken promise

Wishing nothing more than return

To the comfort and completeness

From the blue she drew greater strength

Filling her limbs with like-fire

She burst into a heated run

Desperately parting the snow

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Contained by his own apathy

A messenger stood upon stone

Pushed by grey and losing hope

No need to fight once love was lost

Wind alone held him from falling

Corruption’s cold hordes snarled and bit

True messages to be destroyed

Hopeful voices left quieted

Alone he faught with half his heart

For the rest betrayal had killed

No comfort and only white

Biting white cold from behind him

Jaws and nails raked his body red

Tears freezing all along his chest

For no cause he stood defeated

Ready to fall beneath evils

The grey collected as a fog

Reshaping, solidifying

On death it fed, and hopelessness

Both radiated from this loss

Teeth and throat bared marked the ending

Of this defiance and his life

Grey coiled and anticipated

Then shot through the snow filled air

Blue fire cut swiftly through throat

A body fell down into snow

And it was covered slowly silent

Watched over as it grey-faded

Her blade, her truth fell before him

It too joined the snow as eyes met

Wordless mending collected there

Between the haunted true lovers

Warmth carried fast through an embrace

Regained comforts and wholeness flare

Together in the falling cold

Defiance, truth and hope returned

Solving words were saved for later

Ease replaced their worried losses

Hands warmed entwined, souls reknit threads

Healed souls restep the sharpened path

On her word they stopped abruptly

Wings and lights were seen when she turned

Above the sunken blade they flew

Tiny guardians of this truth

Fleet she dashed to reach the true blade

Cold within cold met her cut hand

Love warmed her heart so truth was still

Ready and resiliant within

He stepped near and held her free hand

The path of paths before them stood

Healing and the hurt world waited

The snow did not stop, nor did hope

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