[A] Brittleflameby ~Metie

Flash / Interactive

_{Brittleflame
Halo Bells Aurorae_{-An Emotional Piece-

A brittleflame lies in the wake of a storm. Extinguishing his doused and ashen fire of heart. Thinking just of that moment when he realised everything went wrong, realising that sky is crashing down.
Helpless, hopeless, sick, wounded. hurt.

--
The rain pours and that is what I hear. drumming softly their beats the heart of the soul. wandering winds like the blades of ice, their spiritless husks it cuts me deeper. The sun is bleeding, from the core, flames to be and that to not. The sun, my heart, to my heart and from my heart back, lay the moon meandering, closer from afar, ready to take the weary flame. Me.

I'm dying, yet I don't want to admit it, I need to pull through the harsher skies, I bicker. But the reality is harsh, and so wish I not.
I will make it, I will make it.

Tears benign they pour, loss mixed with just pure emotion. Hope mixed with determination. A Curse arching the core, and my very essence wanting out. There is nowhere to go...-as the windmixed rain slither down my furr.

I peer through the shaken mountains and woven skies, the thunderstorm's heart. I gaze it down, 'I will not die'.

and so as Charon Ourobouros and the moon drew closer... I dissapeared inside their storm. I will begin anew.

©Metie}}