The Glass Tower

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The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Sat Sep 16, 2017 2:16 am

I'll probably be tossing some of my old works (from poetry to fiction pieces to other random ramblings) up here, so keep an eye on it if you're curious. Or don't. That's up to you really~
//...from the stillness, shifting. From the silence, a gasp...//Fall of the Aelir Isles Vol III

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Post by UmbraSight » Sat Sep 16, 2017 2:22 am

- Dinner at Harry's
Once, he said though
crackle-popped teeth
that we all (despite) blue-blood
eyes and gray between our
ears, want (that is)
desire to have flesh between
our teeth.

Though -- I think it should
not be forgotten that --
as he let these words drip
from his lips, a bowl of
vine-y greens was spear jabbed
into his grinding maw.
//...from the stillness, shifting. From the silence, a gasp...//Fall of the Aelir Isles Vol III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Sat Oct 14, 2017 7:41 pm

- A Story Told is One Undone

She spoke through crooked teeth -
- of varnished dreams -
and silver’d things -
there she sits upon her tarnished
throne -- a place to rest and
be as one. Yet, she hopes
by light’d work of godly glad tidings
and rusted plasterwork -- that
she shall be remembered -
- as one who served the glass’ed
throne - whose desperation was
a thing of tribulation, and with
her arms of knotted bone
she stole the crown of soldier’d stone.

And the King shall weep for his age undone shall be remembered only as the time before the golden one.
//...from the stillness, shifting. From the silence, a gasp...//Fall of the Aelir Isles Vol III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Thu Oct 26, 2017 11:17 am

- The Scratch on the Edge of Conscious Thought

She spoke to me --
with words like iron;
coated in a golden residue --
and as I hold my hand to receive her
I know she scorns the way I move -
the words on my tongue -
the curve of my lips.

She spoke to me --
of thistle and thorn --
though her words gilded,
I knew I was torn.
//...from the stillness, shifting. From the silence, a gasp...//Fall of the Aelir Isles Vol III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Wed Dec 13, 2017 10:28 pm

- i (chorus of a fine edge)

a metallic whisper in stagnant air --
must and dust and the muffled
creak of uneven footfalls -- dragging
dragging across carpets of
thread and holes

and in her lungs sour’d
air and in hand a piece of
rott’d wood and in eyes
flurry of fears dilation --
devouring mind’s full reason

a wooden rasp-- of malintention --
steals from her all attention
as senses strain to determine --
intent

in her grip -- wood
rott’d by age and --
ravenous appetites of wriggling
thing raised up -- slicing through
the moment’s stillness

rust’d hinges croaked -- through
the shatter’d frame the form spilt --
in her throat, she felt the swell --
in the air the shrillest yell
down the rott’d stick swung
what Silence lasted in those
dust’d halls -- ended there
//...from the stillness, shifting. From the silence, a gasp...//Fall of the Aelir Isles Vol III

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