blaze-the-winter

"Terra, listen." Zage sighed, his voice trembling so slightly that only he could tell. "This is important. We can't just leave them there in the open." Terra brushed a strand of her long auburn hair behind her ear, "I don't know about the white haired girl, but Audrye doesn't know." "Which is why we have to find a way to tell her before it happens." "I know, Zage, I know, but how?" Terra whispered, as if she knew Audrye was listening to every word. Audrye gulped, her hands trembled with anticipation.  What don't I know?  She wondered. She stuffed her hand in a little felt pocket that was sewn into the side of the velvet skirt she was wear

 Audrye blinked, the car has stopped moving. She sat still for a moment and then took a peek at Zage who was getting out the car. He met her gaze and smiled. "C'mon." He said. Audrye put her hand on the car door, and calmed her breathing. Now that she wasn't under a spell from Zage's eyes, the feeling of panic was slowing washing over her, drowning her. She sighed and pushed the door open. The afternoon air hit her in the face, and blew her hair behind her shoulders. She smiled for the first time since getting in the car. She placed her hand on her cheek, it was cool from the breeze. Her cheeks her flushed pink. She walked around the car t

Laced between. Deep down. In a mystery. The frosty ice covers. Unseen waters. Trapped beneath. Last breaths slipping through your fingers. Thoughts flow through your mind. Memories. The sun has left and the stars have taken guard. The moon holds your shame in it's court of clouds. Twirls of light swing past. Distant sighs. Passed years. Beneath closed eyelids. Shut for long. Teasing. Begging you to hold on. Your last smile stays on your lips. As you accept your fate. Where light doesn't reach. Your feet touch. your hands stretched towards the last flicker. Of dying light. One last cry. Silent. Shatters the mystery.

Penetrate. Gaze of icy rock. Stares through. Past reflexive denial. I see warmth. Lost to them. Fragments of words. Expressed through sighs. I'm losing sight. Your presence shrouded in claustrophobia. The sky closes in around us. The sun burns inwardly. Are you still there? Allow me to see you. And your piercing words. They flutter around. The sounds you make. Echoes and enchantment. Bright dragonfly. You are not mine. Yet, I long to hold you in my palms. We are not here. We fall. Down. Past oblivion and into crystal clear morning. All fantasy is gone and we are choked. By the brutal clarity. Of reality. Goodbye, m