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by wirrow
Released 2011-03-20 06:47:53 -1000
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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.


 


___________


 


 


 


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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