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~
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: The Glass Tower

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.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// 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.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// 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.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// 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
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Wed Mar 07, 2018 12:01 am

- //i\\

shall we pretend
then
That i Was True
? that it was not in
my mind only which
Made me Loose?

i Loved Her Then;
of course! (of course!)
why then am
i To Blame When
she stood upon
that lonesome stretch
waiting for lights
to come.

What Was i To
have done?
shall we pretend
then
That i Was True
? that it was my
heart that beat me
Cruel?

i Am Not Pretty
i Am Not Sold
i Am Not Uncertain
i Am Unwoven
has this made me cold?

words never were
her favored gifts so
i Kept Them All
hidden in the air
until we could all
pretend that
i Was
fair.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Wed Mar 07, 2018 9:58 pm

- \\tell//

be it so wrong that
I upon this lonesome
stretch
Watch -- the bend
waiting for lights to come?

He;
uneven smiles and uncertain --
Step
said to me this:
I, that is, me will
one day be made
Free
and does that make it so wrong? (no. No!)

Still he speaks
and seasons change and I
-- is that light ?
Watch the bend
feel each pothole in my
Teeth
and the drumming-beat in my --
Breast.

is it mine to --
Is it his to --
another winter with no snow
-- or -- summer without
the sun

But is that light 'round
the bend --
Or have my eyes
fall'n for a trickster's
Shine
?
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Sun Mar 18, 2018 10:23 pm

- without

realizing i had driven
this spade into -
the richness of clay,
the sweetness of
decay -
the grass.

Is it possible to --
recover once the sails are
inflated and i have
thrown the charts
and compass
into ocean froth?

Or am i- icarus
with
the warmth of
the sun burning
my own
progress.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Sun Mar 18, 2018 11:23 pm

- can I?

There is a flaw - in
my thoughts - a blind
piece - a chink I cannot -
fill. And I fear -
that knowing - of my failings
will grant me nothing - against them.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: The Glass Tower

Post by UmbraSight » Thu Mar 22, 2018 11:14 pm

- Again

She sits right there - with her
aburn hair - and
her golden stare - out upon the
view. And in her hand -- she
holds - the knife - just below -
her -
chin.

She pressed the blade -
and with a grin - she
allowed the -
exacting edge -
to slip right
in.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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