Part 2-Templar Spokesperson
Split Sky1.2
Part 2-Templar Spokesperson
Part 2-Templar Spokesperson
Part 1-Illthorn
Energy pours out
Bleeding into the sky
Like a maelstrom taking pieces of me
Thin streams stretch into the
Aetheric
Drunk down
Faster and faster as
Spring
Takes its toll
This heart beats
It beats
It beats
I reach out
Through the sound
Through the pounding
Out through the reverberations
Shivering on the air
Until snaps sound
like gates crashing open
Sensation floods in
out beyond the boundaries
of skin
Every hair rises
Connection
I wake
I wake
I wake
Take my hand
Wake with me
In honor of October:
Groggy, a man blinks the sleep from his eyes. His eyelids are heavy, so heavy, like lifting a dumbbell with pinkies. Bright light sears corneas, squinting, he tries to lift his hands to shield his eyes. His arms! They’re tied down. Looking down the length of his body he sees his hand are restrained in padded cuffs. His shirt is cut open, explaining the chill. This circle of bright light hides the the rest of what feels like a large area. A orange ember flares in the darkness beyond the lights circle.
“Who’s there!, ” the man shouts.
A low voice from the shadows rumbles, “Good, I was afraid I’d get the dose wrong.”
A face thrust itself from behind the top of the Man’s skull. It smiles and giggles. It’s the girl from last night!
“Get me out of here, you stupid cunt, ” the man yells.
” Now, now, “the voice from the shadows rumbles, ” we mustn’t be impolite. Not when she brings us such a unique gift.”
A tall person steps from the shadows, takes the last drag on their cigarette, then stubs it out on the left nipple of the man.
Screams echo out, slamming and reverbing from walls designed to dampen sound.
The person waits. Waits for the Screams to degenerate to sobs.
“Now, the young lady tells me very bad things about you. Let me whisper it in your ear. Young ladies shouldn’t need to hear such things. ”
Leaning down, the person whispers, “You raped her. She pleaded, begged you to stop. But you took and took. She tells me, you are a monster.”
Standing, smiling down at the man, the person cheerfully says, “She tells me you have a Heart of Stone. That is very interesting. I happen to need a Heart of Stone, for my work. ”
“Now, young lady, bring me the bolt cutters, then scury off. No need to get blood all over you, it’s so hard to get out of clothing.” Aside, almost to their selves, “But we must wear clothing, civilization demands it.”
The man pleads, “I have money, you can have it, just let me go, please… Please.”
The person waits for the outer door to slam shut.
” All good and proper, now we are alone. What was it you were saying ” the person cocks their head to the side, like they are listening to someone, ” money?”
“Thank you, that is a generous offer ”
Hope rises in the man, thinking, Money, money will get me out. “Get me to a computer and I’ll wire you it all, just let me go…”
“So generous, but this Heart of Stone, that seems more interesting. ”
” Oh, don’t scream. You so generously offered a gift, so I’ll give you one. I’ll keep you awake and we’ll see it together. I promise, you won’t miss a thing.”
The man Screams as the scalpel parts the flesh of his chest, causing the blood bags forcing new blood in to replace the loss, to dance. But the persons hand is steady.
“See, we just pull back the skin and seperate the muscle… I’m so happy your voice gave out. Don’t worry, bones don’t have any nerve endings, I don’t think anyway. A few quick snaps and we’ll see the heart. ”
The sharp crack as the bolt cutters snap through each rib fills the warehouse.
” There now, the reveal, always so exciting. ” The person lifts the rib cage cutting away connective tissue.
” Oh… ” The person frowns, dejected.
Lifting the heart out of the man’s chest, showing it to him as the last light of consciousness fades. ” See, just flesh, Oh well… ” The person tosses the heart over their shoulder where it lands with a soggy plop. “Win some, lose some…”
The body sits in the middle of the warehouse, staring sightless into the harsh light, the strains of singing coming lightly on the air.
Softly singing, “I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts, fiddly dee…” fades into the darkness.
She waits for me when I close my eyes, delighted that I have come back to her. Who are you? I sent out a call and you appeared in my dreams. I can feel your lips on mine. The warmth of you next to me, snuggled down in bed under comforter. I feel the pull of you. But I don’t know to where. I cannot direct my feet when I know not the destination. The advice would be to allow the world to move and as it moves be pulled to you like gravity. And that’s wise. But the voice of experience says, you must find her and be with her. Life is fleeting it says and each moment should be lived in exquisite joy. And I want the latter but I have no choice but to follow the former.
Hold me close and closer
Kiss the war in my heart
Settle the maelstrom
Take my hand
As I am safe in your light
You are safe in my darkness
Seekers both of different mien
There are roads to travel
I would see them all by your side
Soft cold seeping into bones
Dawn spills down the valley
Sitting in the shadow
Hearing about nesting material
About where seed was
And a truly epic amount of insults
faint stirring wind
skitters across skin
the cold soothing in the afternoon heat,
first gust then a storm unfolds
rushing to the east
running, flying to you,
this sending of wind that kissed me,
now caresses you,
across the distance,
in the soft hush,
feel my touch
those of us that dream, that dare, find ourselves in this perpetual cycle of fall and solid ground; sometimes we find someone who shares our reality and our world solidifies like a point of reality formatting the dreamworld in it’s essence out to the limits of the love they share; but for some of us we lose these loves and fall again and again bound only to the essence of the twisted void, it is the curse of the dreamwalker to fall forever bound only by what will they can muster and the hope that one day they will find someone for whom reality is as the dream.
Beauty in it’s infinite capacity. Realized each night in its searching, but on waking realize it’s lack. In the dream, we are able to see, to know. In the waking world we can only search for our counterpart and hope that they recognize us. That they are as awakened as we are.