Post by solus on Nov 5, 2010 3:12:53 GMT -5
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Was this he? He she felt so near and far, on the doorstep of so high a luminous dark structure? The building that spun webs and blocked out the light like life snuffed out in the dying wick of a candle. The earth that waned solid in the loose formation built upon ashes. The creaks sounded off as dying wails with every placement of her glass shoes. They stepped upon its lips, and then it's teeth, and up onto the velvet thorned tongue to the doorway of its mouth.
If that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
The rays of sunlight that swayed from her porcelain cast was lifted by the childish fingertips of the breeze when she stood still. The breath it oozed held the life of death through the crevices that shone into the black lair. Her glass eyes peeked for a few moments like a child searching for golden threads. It was here. Her black child lay within this monster that stood lying in the dust.
If that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.
"Shall I pull you out of its mouth, little knight?"
If that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
This was the he she sought so close in the farthest depths of such an accursed heavenly abode. The beast lay with its jaws open, mouth shut, keeping her at bay. Like a challenge. Was it to challenge she? Her head lolled back to let radiant beams spill past cast shoulders as her glass mirrors traced high by the eyelids of such a creature to the slits closed open. They looked past down her in welcoming mockery to leave her with a feeling of warm ire.
To keep he from me? A doll from her treasured boy? A candle from its hungry flame?
In the breath it exhaled onto her came the creaking cackle silent in the night. A jailer jailed in the angry calmed wood of its beautiful disgust. It stole him away in those brittle clutches that lay strong against her curiosities. She would have to fix this atrocity and bring him back to her.
"My little knight has lost his way,
and left my arms and forced to stay,
within this palace cold and gray,
but I shall come to him this day."
Her fingertips slid into the opening of the sealed crack within the door. The beast protested, with a heave and a sigh she pleaded politely with her forceful gesture to part the mouth within the jaws. Cry it did as the wood snapped and blistered like a castle crumbling to the quiet shrieks of unwanted erosion. Solus noticed not as they collapsed in joyous agony, stirring its breath and fingertips to pull at the golden sunlight draped from her delicate frame. She had opened the monster's mouth and stepped into the belly of the dragon. Ivory dipped into her ribboned smile as the glass orbs caressed the adornings of her prey.
"My dear, are you near?"
So hush little baby don't you cry,
'Cause Daddy loves you and so do I.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Was this he? He she felt so near and far, on the doorstep of so high a luminous dark structure? The building that spun webs and blocked out the light like life snuffed out in the dying wick of a candle. The earth that waned solid in the loose formation built upon ashes. The creaks sounded off as dying wails with every placement of her glass shoes. They stepped upon its lips, and then it's teeth, and up onto the velvet thorned tongue to the doorway of its mouth.
If that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
The rays of sunlight that swayed from her porcelain cast was lifted by the childish fingertips of the breeze when she stood still. The breath it oozed held the life of death through the crevices that shone into the black lair. Her glass eyes peeked for a few moments like a child searching for golden threads. It was here. Her black child lay within this monster that stood lying in the dust.
If that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.
"Shall I pull you out of its mouth, little knight?"
If that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
This was the he she sought so close in the farthest depths of such an accursed heavenly abode. The beast lay with its jaws open, mouth shut, keeping her at bay. Like a challenge. Was it to challenge she? Her head lolled back to let radiant beams spill past cast shoulders as her glass mirrors traced high by the eyelids of such a creature to the slits closed open. They looked past down her in welcoming mockery to leave her with a feeling of warm ire.
To keep he from me? A doll from her treasured boy? A candle from its hungry flame?
In the breath it exhaled onto her came the creaking cackle silent in the night. A jailer jailed in the angry calmed wood of its beautiful disgust. It stole him away in those brittle clutches that lay strong against her curiosities. She would have to fix this atrocity and bring him back to her.
"My little knight has lost his way,
and left my arms and forced to stay,
within this palace cold and gray,
but I shall come to him this day."
Her fingertips slid into the opening of the sealed crack within the door. The beast protested, with a heave and a sigh she pleaded politely with her forceful gesture to part the mouth within the jaws. Cry it did as the wood snapped and blistered like a castle crumbling to the quiet shrieks of unwanted erosion. Solus noticed not as they collapsed in joyous agony, stirring its breath and fingertips to pull at the golden sunlight draped from her delicate frame. She had opened the monster's mouth and stepped into the belly of the dragon. Ivory dipped into her ribboned smile as the glass orbs caressed the adornings of her prey.
"My dear, are you near?"
So hush little baby don't you cry,
'Cause Daddy loves you and so do I.