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Seraphim
written by Lothiriel07:47 PM 12/16/04In the final latent hours of the dawn
Before the sun awakens its intermittent light
When the sky is smattered of broken glass
that claim to be the stars
Breathing languidly through the trees
and dew - stained grass
He called to me
At first only a whisper, a mere shimmer
against the wind
He asked of me what I did not know
And I begged of him forgiveness
"I am not one to grant forgiveness" he breathed into my ear
his delicately scented, summery breath wreathed through my hair
I cried then, softly
Which blended so beautifully with the whistle and rustle of the land
Tears that matched the stars above cascaded to mingle
with the glossy tall grass that I bowed upon
He knew what sins I spoke of
His heart broke for my pains
Yet he did not speak of them, I knew he was not my savior
So alone I felt, though the fresh spring morning clung wistfully to my skin
I bowed my head lower still, ashamed
"He cannot forgive what sins you have created, if you cannot forgive yourself"
he merely whispered once again
"What is it, then, that I must tell you?" I half sobbed yet cried
A golden light then began to glow at my feet, which remained pulled together,
knees to my chest
The radiant glow followed by a softly lit stream of warmth
Which sidled to cover me
Like an invisible finger, the light came to rest upon my chin, lifting my face
And tears still streamed in the light
Only they no longer resembled the stars of shattered glass
In the silence save for the wind, they were heard pooling to my chin
and falling ever so gracefully to the ground, mingling with the dew
I opened my eyes, then
The brightness of the light shone before me so radiantly,
I was momentarily blinded
I focused on the center of the light, yet saw only the multitude of color
that swirled in the light as if an infinite rainbow of beauty
His voice came once more, again a part of the breeze
"Oh my child…" he sobbed and I could hear it
I looked down to my hands, and as if for the first time seeing them, I started
The knife fell listlessly from my fingers to the ground
Splashing in the blood mingled dew
Silence surrounded us, the trees stopped their dancing
The grass became an instant calm
Mother nature held her breath, for not even the wind dared a slight breeze
Realization came to me then
What had I done?
What had I done? |
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