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The Tale of The Star Child and The Half Wing
I
You dream
So deeply
So abysmally
Awakening?
Dreaming of awakening?
Of the beginning of the end
Of the ending of the beginning
You dream
Of those pure spirits, pure beings
Twin love, winged love...
Waxing Gibbous Requiem
Sun fire, moon water, star light burned and illuminated the Geidolaen from the inside
Once so seemingly a heartless, glacial, gelid, now a ruptured rend torn asunder
A bottomless abyss forming a broken chasm cracking in half
All was devoured by the raging, grieving...
Haunt, Haunting, Haunted
Dusk Prelude
Sisina of the Moon grew willowy
Small as a blossoming flower
Long white hair as clean and flowing as moonbeams
Soft red eyes as budding roses
Framed her zebra-patterned face
Shyness, quietness, serenity
Yet her true beauty bloomed from her...
I fly through the fissured foundations of the formidable, fluctuating fire with fluent, flowing finesse.
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell...
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