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Dayfall.

So when I'm writing in the evening, I listen to music.  It helps me get mentally away from the day and drowns out distractions.  And occasionally the music will create a story as the emotions wrapped in the lyrics lift me and enable me to carry a feeling through.  The following story was oddly the result of these songs:


  • Iggy Azalea, "Black Widow"
  • Selena Gomez, "The Heart Wants What It Wants"
  • Ariana Grande, "Love me harder"
  • Sia, "Chandelier"
  • Jessie J, Ariana Grande, and Nicki Minaj, "Bang Bang"
After I got done and looked at the play list I wanted to laugh.

Here's my story:


Day-fall.
Rise from the grave of light.
Scales dripping with grains of forgetfulness. 
Taste of the desert on your tongue. 
Fires of a midnight sun in your eye.    
Standing firm on a shifting pile of time. 
Watched by the bones of the earth. 
Hugged by the chill of the wind. 
Blink against the spines of the vanishing star. 
Kiss the moon past the water of the sand. 
Memory of dew in the heart of thirst. 
Slide into the maw of history.

The past calls to the future.
Secrets unbidden.
Whispers in the ears of scholars.
Fools who listen.

  
Words of the soul written on tools of the body.
Bones of ink on the blood of iron.
Magic’s curse written in prayers and hope.
Death and fury raised to protect.
Tears on the lips.
Fears on the wind.
Time hear our call.
Memory remember.
Shatter the hearts of our children.
Break the teeth of the egg.
Recall the light of the sun in the lands of shadow.

Years of ages.
Minutes pass like miles.
Remembrance fails.
Ebony veins wait.

  
Read the student of the wise.
Follow the steps of the mother.
Come the breath of the sand.
Phrases on my skin.
Promises written on dust’s frame.
Mist fails in fleshless fingers.
Who knows?  Who remembers?
Thunder’s kin screams silently.
Gift of lightning’s cry.
Call my father.
Beckon my oncoming past.

Crimson eternal yolk.
Like the eggshells of the heart.
Mortality’s imminence asks.
What hope in sadness?

  
Sacrifice refuses surrender.
Hope whispers against the gravity of aeons.
Hearts held in balance of sleepy silence.
Hear the call of the soil.
Deny.  Deny.  Deny.
Thrice spoken. 
Endlessly written.
Verses sing the hymns of giants.
Sheep remember their fangs.
Sleepers shake loose the dreams.
Daybreak shatters.

Earth’s soul.
Giant’s blood.
Titan’s seed.
Of Mice.

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