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Blood and Bone

Post by Revelations » Mon Feb 04, 2019 1:17 pm

(Seer)
She has left, o old one. The birds don’t sing. All that is, is silent and still. The sun is pale and so are our hearts.
The blood still feeds the earth as we bury their bodies, soothe the spirits.
I still see her trail in the moss, hear her words in the silence of the trees.
I still sense her terror in those who remained.

But she has left, o old one, your child is gone.

She has fled into a world she does not know.
Not their language.
Nor their lies.
Not their ways.
Nor their violence.
The child, she has naught but love in her heart.

May she stumble, may she fall, may they break her neck, and burn her.
For she deserves no less.

No blood through your veins, no beat of your heart.
But you love her still.
I come to tell you, she will not come far.


(Father)

She is small now, like a mouse.
Climbing over stone and leaf, searching.
She will be tall, as the grand old oaks.
Reaching to the wide, wide sky.
And the light will filter through her branches.
And the birds will sing.
And she will be great.
And victorious.
For she has naught but love in her heart.
Be faithful in the face of death
And I will give you the crown of life

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Re: Blood and Bone

Post by Revelations » Sat Aug 03, 2019 11:06 am

Image

At night, the forest is not silent. It is always full of life, full of sounds. In some nights, more than in others.
There is movement in the darkness under the branches, under moonlit shadows cast onto the paths, and roots, and undergrowth.

She followed the path through the woodlands, soon reaching the hillside of the barrow. Above, on the clearing, the memorials and tombstones stood, illuminated under the open nightsky. Mute testimonies to finity, and finality. As she stood there, feeling reminded, a cold breeze blew from the nearby coastline, rushing through the treetops. The leaves trembled, shaken, as if already afraid of their numbered days, and the coming autumn.

Here rest the fallen.

(Child)
"Father
Am I like them?
Once so weightless
Now beneath the soil
Carrying all the gravity of this world
On my bones

Water hollows the stone
The dunes are carried away
Trees fall to rot
The flesh, like grass, it withers
And too the heart turns cold
Run dry of blood"


Indifferent, the breeze kept blowing over the hill laying under the bright moon. And while the world spun around her, she stood still, closed her eyes and remembered.

Home. The sun was bright, the rays reaching down unto the moss-covered stones of the grove. A slow summer day. Most of the shaman circle were working. The other children were playing in the not so far distance. But the pale child was to learn, to listen. The Old One sat beside her on the root of the great oak.

(Father)
"Child
It is all in motion
Like the seasons
Like the journey of the sun
Like the circle of life
And the water
The rain, the river, the lake and the sea, and the rain, and the river...

This world is changing
And so are you

Do not bury that which you were
If you find you did
Dig, dig into the grave
It may be more shallow than you think
Drag your cold self into your arms

You are who you used to be
You are yesterday, the day before that
And you are today
All at once

If you find the colours faded
Paint it anew and make it breathe life
Make it a part of the new you

Like streamlines feeding into a torrent

Always become more, not less"


Almost two centuries later, on the moonlit barrow, the pale child stood alone. She recalled and understood what was lost on her then. The wind kept stirring the surrounding forest, coming from the east, from the sea. It carried the faintest nuance of salt in its fragrance. And the first leaf fell, unnoticed by all. A silent herald of the coming end.

She sank to her knees and started digging.
Be faithful in the face of death
And I will give you the crown of life

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Re: Blood and Bone

Post by Revelations » Sun Jan 12, 2020 4:22 pm

Away with wood and fur
Away with metal and linen
Away with bone and tooth
Away with paint and away with the spirits

To return
Into the woods
And onto the path
Of leaf and grain
Admidst the trees and all that was
And all that still is

It is only I now
And nothing
And the memory
Of here, where we used to walk
Of how your voice used to sound
Of how they came
And how I knelt
And held your head
When your life ebbed out

I am here
And I kneel
So the cycle ends
So frost will come and scar the land

Then I will stand
Before a new beginning
My breath will cloud the world
My heartbeat will shake the trees
My word will shatter the still

I am here
It is only I now
And nothing
But a coming flood

It washes me away
And in froth and dark water
Your hands reach out

Away with distance
We are here

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Be faithful in the face of death
And I will give you the crown of life

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Re: Blood and Bone

Post by Revelations » Sun Jan 12, 2020 4:23 pm

These things are small experiments. I personally found the way the game "Kisima Ingitchuna" tells the story in the interludes compelling, someone telling an old piece of folklore by the fire to others in a pictorial, more or less cryptic way. I want to come back to what I wrote someday and decide if I conveyed that. I thought I might as well share.
Be faithful in the face of death
And I will give you the crown of life

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