DELPHIA
Tearing, ripping, bones crunching, blood staining the ground; men, women, children screaming, crying, agony, agony, agony, agony - this dying is so painful!
The daughter of death trembled from head to toe, pale eyes wide, gazing into the nothingness. So many voices, all at once, echoing from the grounds beyond like thunderous retribution amidst the silence. Her finger spun circles on the pad of her thumb, her mind desperate to find a singular melody amongst the cacophony of screams, but instead she fell ever deeper into the endless cries for mercy, all met with silence and darkness and restlessness; boiling over, giving into hatred of unanswered prayers, unable to rest- why why why why why why?!
"Father, I'm afraid..." she whispered into the darkness, as jarred by the endless refrain of the grounds before her as she was of her own rising fear.
But the discordant silence was broken by a voice and she whipped her head around, breathless as steel eyes fell upon the form of a fae woman in the dark. Her words barely registered, her tone even less so. What was she doing here? "The forest spirits led me here to listen." she said softly, speaking the ancient language of the Fae with well practiced clarity.
The daughter of death trembled from head to toe, pale eyes wide, gazing into the nothingness. So many voices, all at once, echoing from the grounds beyond like thunderous retribution amidst the silence. Her finger spun circles on the pad of her thumb, her mind desperate to find a singular melody amongst the cacophony of screams, but instead she fell ever deeper into the endless cries for mercy, all met with silence and darkness and restlessness; boiling over, giving into hatred of unanswered prayers, unable to rest- why why why why why why?!
"Father, I'm afraid..." she whispered into the darkness, as jarred by the endless refrain of the grounds before her as she was of her own rising fear.
But the discordant silence was broken by a voice and she whipped her head around, breathless as steel eyes fell upon the form of a fae woman in the dark. Her words barely registered, her tone even less so. What was she doing here? "The forest spirits led me here to listen." she said softly, speaking the ancient language of the Fae with well practiced clarity.
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
