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wirrow
- london
- Last Record: 2013-05-20 10:28:12 -0400
- Joined: Feb 20, 2010
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somewhere... live two stories one of hevn, one of urth, who awake to find they’re hugging with no knowledge of their birth.
this embrace invokes a balance the two stories have come one. no more fear and no desire nothing done to be undone. (cont..)
but suddenly there is an urge that shakes their tranquil state. longing to understand themselves and thirsting to create,
hevn, out of nowhere tells a story of its own and urth, beguiled by newness acts this story out alone.
so with a song and dance a tiny story came to be a star that lit their eyes up and enabled them to see.
with this new light both hope and fear filled up their hearts with warning this newborn tale was not alone still many more were calling.
stories grew and blossomed then sung in by hevn’s choirs. they formed their shape aloft in space, took life from urthly fires.
but stories are not set in stone their shapes are always shifting. suns lit up like fireworks and mountain tops were lifting.
meadows stretched and liquefied and poured into the ocean, whose waves formed winged beasts that leapt and fluttered into motion.
colours grew out of the ground and spread into the sky a watercolour world with rainbows fifty stories high
great rocks rose to meet the stars wishing a better view the highest peaks were dusted white each day, pristine and new
for everything a perfect place a den, a hut, a hive soon every thing the eye could see came suddenly alive
with roots and shoots, with wings and feet in flocks, in packs and swarms a wondrous festival of life of stories taking form
yet all these tales were merely sung by hevn in collusion with urth consumed with play acting and plagued with mad delusion.
in time, urth started to believe in its own mind’s inventions it saw stories as solid truth and followed their conventions
instead of dreaming up new tales urth stopped and took full measure of every narrative of old and clung to them like treasure
hevn, wary of this path but loyal to its friend kept quiet for countless years but spoke out in the end
"i'm scared our stories roar too loud and cause us to forget that we were just playing pretend now all is stuck and set!
i don’t like this game anymore when we’re no longer one let's fall into each other's arms and let the tales be done."
but urth, engrossed in its own myths and certain of their power shunned the touch of its old friend and things began to sour.
driven by a mad impulse urth gathered up its tales and forced them all to huddle close surrounded them with rails
the tales that once grew legs and arms that shape-shifted and tangled now sat solid, static, locked rough edges now right-angled
"this is no game," cried urth, "it's real these stories won't collapse! don't preach to me of harmony i won't fall for your traps!
our oneness is an ancient dream this falsehood won't prevail your words are trying to poison me but all to no avail."
hevn wailed, heart torn in two “can you not understand? i only want us to be one forever hand in hand
i have no darker aim than that my friend, I fear remorse when a long and lonely age from now you’ll see we ran off course”
so then from lofty heights urth shrunk whom rage had made a giant now calmed and next to hevn stood and no longer defiant.
"i mean you no distress, my love our playtime here was bliss our hugging time was harmony and though it will be missed
the mystery of what we are is more than i can stand through stories only lived and breathed will i ever understand.
i must let go and join our tales and with this merging seal a sacrifice so soon forgot will makes these stories real."
and as urth turned to walk away hevn stood its ground and watched as urth leapt to the skies and hurled itself back down!
with this loud crash, a deluge swept up hevn in its wake and nearly drowned when all around became a sudden lake.
so hevn looked with teary eyes at what urth had become across the shore for many moons alone and growing numb.
by the waters urth had caused the outcast hevn lay down and wept remembering the days when urth was still around.
but pining was not company it only brought upset hevn knew one thing for sure this fact alone was set
no matter how the times had changed despite their different ways hevn and urth were meant to be and with the passing days
the emptiness in hevn's heart came all too much to bear its other half was far detached there was no time to spare
to find and join urth once again within its solid rails, hevn sung itself a boat and peacefully set sail.
so here i am across the lake and left with little time i look back on my journey here and write this very rhyme
to tell you how it all began as soon i will forget.. a sacrifice i have to pay until all is reset.
i'll be with you again, my love perhaps not as before but i will find brief melodies to break us from our chores.
a momentary lapse, perhaps through lovers who can see in moments of divine desire the ones we used to be.
the sparks that flew in our embrace remembered in a kiss flickers of our ancient love in these human blips of bliss.
and that will ever be enough to keep us burning bright an ember can ignite a fire one flame can warm the night
it's time for me to let go now and be carried away, but i take this message with me so it may find you one day.
through whatever way it chooses through whomever it may find to remind you in your darkest hour that we were once entwined.
when tragic moments break your heart when lost within a crowd when fear has taken hold and when your stories roar too loud
just remember that it’s all a tale a big game of pretend and one day, as all stories do ours will also end.
but we’ll meet again back at the start with no knowledge of our birth we'll do it all again, by heart a new hevn and a new urth.
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note: the story was written by me without rhyme but then made to rhyme both by me and the wonderful Metaphorest.. who has been inspiring me an extraordinary amount lately. thanks for slaving over this with me meta. SLAVING i say!!
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