The soul's solstice

Changing tides with changing moods, the sun is most bright before it becomes the bleakest.

Laughter sounds and echoes in the shadows as the little golems dance as they conjure more treacherous spells.

Nothing so real as the taste of blood and defeat.

No silence in chaos.  

No surrender in prideful poise.

Posturing is best learned from those with fists and authority, yet the stain which is left only wreaks of misery and loss.

How can one be the thing which they despise?  

You become what you hate and learn to look away when you fulfill that fate.

No image in that mirror, not a face you can recognize peering back at you.

What fear lies beneath your bones, deep into the marrow that yearns for life without such woes.

The trail of words only skip and folly as the ghosts come traipsing in and the ghosts come traipsing in...

Nothing so real as the taste of blood and defeat.

No silence in chaos.  

No surrender in prideful poise.

She made a choice and she chose wisely.

She made a noise and that noise went quietly.

She made her undoing and her undoing was made from greed, from fear, from every sorrowful moment that left her empty and stole her heart as they took her tears.

Reviews

[Patricia]

I really liked the opening and as you went on it felt familiar, I could put a face to it and in the end I was fulfilled. This is pretty damn good! If I can’t put myself or someone I know in the words I become disappointed but this didn’t let me down.

[AKhaus]

Wow, this is the most flattering review I have ever received. Thank you so much for connecting and sharing.