Post by Hexzen on Jan 19, 2007 4:08:27 GMT 1
Cherry Blossoms
Crimson cherry blossoms fall from trees like pieces of a broken heart. They flutter weightlessly through the air as staining flecks of blood upon the mellow orange parchment of a sky.
Endlessly falling like a torrent of sanguine memories out of a bleeding soul…
Dying cerise lances of sunlight spear through the heart of this blood soaked orchid. Like embers, the seething twilight of day burns its light upon this garden. A ring of fiery dusk touched cherry blossoms placed at the top of this light enshrouded hill, like an immolated body on a funeral pyre.
In amidst this billowing red circle of dusk, is a lone human figure. He stands before a lone way stone grave as a criminal before his judge, the broken hearted before the fallen loved, the destined before the destiny.
She would have wanted to be laid to rest here…say the wordless thoughts, expressions of feeling, as they echo through his being.
* * *
Ahrazen gazed down upon the black stone grave of his fallen lover, lost in an ethereal grey world of memories. The pain of loss that only a lover can know staked deeper and deeper into his heart like an incarnate blade of sorrow. Each passing moment brought more memories which, as inevitably as the very sunset before him, brought more pain. Inner pain like a sea of endlessly despair washed over Ahrazen, hanging a corpse cold threat of emotional death over his weary and tortured soul.
The sun begins to set
Ahrazen, the prince of Fire Thayns, falls to his knees succumbing to the waves of hopelessness. A lone tear, like the lone warrior he was, streaks down upon his battle scarred face, his right hand slowly drops to his side, reaching for his ceremonial katana. “Better to die with love than to live with hate” – he reflects to himself silently.
Darkness begins to shine
He remembers her last living moment as though he were still there.
“Why me, why me…why?” - Whispers Ahrazen to himself. The most tragic memory plays through his fractured psyche like a skeleton theatre. His blade once again pierces her heart. “Why?” he gasps though the unending agony. Her dying gaze once again falls upon his. Ahrazen rips the rune streaked blade from its sheath. The golden red blade flared like a noonday sun, as if its sentient soul showed empathy to the broken warrior. He stares at the blade, looking into its depths, a reflection of his own spirit. His own dark crimson red eyes glare back now.
Judgment…
The world is locked in death
He watches scarlet tears fall from her face as realization like cold water floods over him. Paralyzed he stands before her, his blade at hand still staked through her heart.
He grasps his sword in both hands and holds it to a seam in his armoured chest, preparing to end his suffering.
A strong wind blows, picking up all the fallen cherry blossoms, throwing them around the lone warrior like a blood stained hurricane. She smiles one last time as she falls limp upon his blade. Finally a semblance of rational thought sweeps through him and he tears out his blade, spraying himself with her life essence. A sharp blossom laced gust of wind caresses him from his deepest nightmares back to reality. He drops his sword as alll hope of respite leaves his mind.
“EVAAAAA!!!” Ahrazen screams, from the core of his mutilated soul, as though screaming her name could raise her from the very depths of the underworld.
The sky seems to take on a reddish hue, like a celestial litany to his anguish. The sun starts to burn precariously on the edge of the curving horizon.
One last memory cuts mercilessly into his conscious, humming through his ears and shining through his vision like the darkest ray of hope that one could never wish for. A shadowed figure drops from one of the winter cherry blossoms trees.
“You are a fool Ahrazen.” says the dark figure heartlessly. It begins to stalk away through the snow, its cloak billowing in the winter breeze. Ahrazen lays Eva to rest upon the ground in the center of the circle of cherry blossom trees. Her dead gaze still piecing into his heart. He turns away and looks up at a pale silver moon as one last insult rings through his ears. The cold winter wind carries the colder yet sound of mocking laughter from his lover’s true assassin.
But finally the moon begins to rise.
Ahrazen awakens from his reverie, this time fury simmers within his heart. With bitter determination he says to himself, “Better to die with love than to live with hate, yet better to succeed in hate than to fail at love!”.
Ahrazen rises slowly, picking up his fallen blade in the process. Respectfully he removes a Fire Rose from his belt then proceeds to cut a lock of crimson and black hair. Tying the lock of hair around the rose, he places the offering before the grave stone.
For a split moment the sun falls just below the horizon throwing one last spear of dusk light upon the garden. As if in queue the wind abruptly stops blowing and the light captures the stilled silent image of a million becalmed cherry blossoms.
In a moment that lasts an eternity...
The illuminated bright crimson red cherry blossoms hang suspended in the air like red stars in an indigo, orange and violet tinted cosmos. Suddenly the breeze picks up again, angrily blowing the cherry blossoms this way and that as the sun finally lays to rest.
“Good Bye.”
Like a ghost the unspoken words hang in the atmosphere, splitting through the twilight silence.
Ahrazen begins his long trek down the hillside and finally the cherry blossoms begin to fall.
* * *
Now a new light shines from the twilight depths
The last cherry blossom lies motionlessly upon the ground, the last thread sown into the garden’s lush red carpet. The sky takes on a reddish tint as the silver moon takes its place on its celestial throne. The stars shine like diamond dust in a crystal mosaic of eternal elegance. A cool, almost ethereal breeze now whispers through the orchid.
"My love..."
The parting gift is bestowed from the fallen.
The purest of silence befalls the garden as all becomes perfectly still.
And a new beginning lights up the soul of the dead.
_____________________
This is a soughta of prelude to another set of short stories that I plan on writing...sometime.
I tried to use slightly different story elements than I ussually do in this fic. Mainly with the poem sliced through the story and a focus on the scenery/imagery. I hoped it worked (cause it was alot of fun to do
, but I still plan to do some trimming around the edges on it at some point in time.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! ;D
PS: A special thanks to Shardy for giving me a creative/motivational kick in the ass to start writing.
Crimson cherry blossoms fall from trees like pieces of a broken heart. They flutter weightlessly through the air as staining flecks of blood upon the mellow orange parchment of a sky.
Endlessly falling like a torrent of sanguine memories out of a bleeding soul…
Dying cerise lances of sunlight spear through the heart of this blood soaked orchid. Like embers, the seething twilight of day burns its light upon this garden. A ring of fiery dusk touched cherry blossoms placed at the top of this light enshrouded hill, like an immolated body on a funeral pyre.
In amidst this billowing red circle of dusk, is a lone human figure. He stands before a lone way stone grave as a criminal before his judge, the broken hearted before the fallen loved, the destined before the destiny.
She would have wanted to be laid to rest here…say the wordless thoughts, expressions of feeling, as they echo through his being.
* * *
Ahrazen gazed down upon the black stone grave of his fallen lover, lost in an ethereal grey world of memories. The pain of loss that only a lover can know staked deeper and deeper into his heart like an incarnate blade of sorrow. Each passing moment brought more memories which, as inevitably as the very sunset before him, brought more pain. Inner pain like a sea of endlessly despair washed over Ahrazen, hanging a corpse cold threat of emotional death over his weary and tortured soul.
The sun begins to set
Ahrazen, the prince of Fire Thayns, falls to his knees succumbing to the waves of hopelessness. A lone tear, like the lone warrior he was, streaks down upon his battle scarred face, his right hand slowly drops to his side, reaching for his ceremonial katana. “Better to die with love than to live with hate” – he reflects to himself silently.
Darkness begins to shine
He remembers her last living moment as though he were still there.
“Why me, why me…why?” - Whispers Ahrazen to himself. The most tragic memory plays through his fractured psyche like a skeleton theatre. His blade once again pierces her heart. “Why?” he gasps though the unending agony. Her dying gaze once again falls upon his. Ahrazen rips the rune streaked blade from its sheath. The golden red blade flared like a noonday sun, as if its sentient soul showed empathy to the broken warrior. He stares at the blade, looking into its depths, a reflection of his own spirit. His own dark crimson red eyes glare back now.
Judgment…
The world is locked in death
He watches scarlet tears fall from her face as realization like cold water floods over him. Paralyzed he stands before her, his blade at hand still staked through her heart.
He grasps his sword in both hands and holds it to a seam in his armoured chest, preparing to end his suffering.
A strong wind blows, picking up all the fallen cherry blossoms, throwing them around the lone warrior like a blood stained hurricane. She smiles one last time as she falls limp upon his blade. Finally a semblance of rational thought sweeps through him and he tears out his blade, spraying himself with her life essence. A sharp blossom laced gust of wind caresses him from his deepest nightmares back to reality. He drops his sword as alll hope of respite leaves his mind.
“EVAAAAA!!!” Ahrazen screams, from the core of his mutilated soul, as though screaming her name could raise her from the very depths of the underworld.
The sky seems to take on a reddish hue, like a celestial litany to his anguish. The sun starts to burn precariously on the edge of the curving horizon.
One last memory cuts mercilessly into his conscious, humming through his ears and shining through his vision like the darkest ray of hope that one could never wish for. A shadowed figure drops from one of the winter cherry blossoms trees.
“You are a fool Ahrazen.” says the dark figure heartlessly. It begins to stalk away through the snow, its cloak billowing in the winter breeze. Ahrazen lays Eva to rest upon the ground in the center of the circle of cherry blossom trees. Her dead gaze still piecing into his heart. He turns away and looks up at a pale silver moon as one last insult rings through his ears. The cold winter wind carries the colder yet sound of mocking laughter from his lover’s true assassin.
But finally the moon begins to rise.
Ahrazen awakens from his reverie, this time fury simmers within his heart. With bitter determination he says to himself, “Better to die with love than to live with hate, yet better to succeed in hate than to fail at love!”.
Ahrazen rises slowly, picking up his fallen blade in the process. Respectfully he removes a Fire Rose from his belt then proceeds to cut a lock of crimson and black hair. Tying the lock of hair around the rose, he places the offering before the grave stone.
For a split moment the sun falls just below the horizon throwing one last spear of dusk light upon the garden. As if in queue the wind abruptly stops blowing and the light captures the stilled silent image of a million becalmed cherry blossoms.
In a moment that lasts an eternity...
The illuminated bright crimson red cherry blossoms hang suspended in the air like red stars in an indigo, orange and violet tinted cosmos. Suddenly the breeze picks up again, angrily blowing the cherry blossoms this way and that as the sun finally lays to rest.
“Good Bye.”
Like a ghost the unspoken words hang in the atmosphere, splitting through the twilight silence.
Ahrazen begins his long trek down the hillside and finally the cherry blossoms begin to fall.
* * *
Now a new light shines from the twilight depths
The last cherry blossom lies motionlessly upon the ground, the last thread sown into the garden’s lush red carpet. The sky takes on a reddish tint as the silver moon takes its place on its celestial throne. The stars shine like diamond dust in a crystal mosaic of eternal elegance. A cool, almost ethereal breeze now whispers through the orchid.
"My love..."
The parting gift is bestowed from the fallen.
The purest of silence befalls the garden as all becomes perfectly still.
And a new beginning lights up the soul of the dead.
_____________________
This is a soughta of prelude to another set of short stories that I plan on writing...sometime.
I tried to use slightly different story elements than I ussually do in this fic. Mainly with the poem sliced through the story and a focus on the scenery/imagery. I hoped it worked (cause it was alot of fun to do
, but I still plan to do some trimming around the edges on it at some point in time.Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! ;D
PS: A special thanks to Shardy for giving me a creative/motivational kick in the ass to start writing.
spelling errors (latenight writing does that to me sometimes...), I've promptly errased them from the script and history...maybe even your mind
