Hey guys, this is a little story I had to write for my advanced english assignment, and because the word limit was so tiny, I decided to write it in verse.
It's G for General exhibition, all the characters are mine, steal them I shall get Celly to send Erik after you and then you'll be in for it.
We had to write from the stimulus of the graveyard next to my school.
Lullaby For Winter Hibernation
(I can't sleep)
You're keeping me up
(I'm sorry
The fear, the worry
Of life is disturbing.
I wish I could extract it
From my brain
So that only you remain)
I'll tell you a story
With lots of long words to put you to sleep
Then maybe you'll decide what to extract or keep.
(Where?)
Antarctica
(Who's there?)
Vivivan (the fair?)
The fierce, She's a hunter
(A hunter of what?)
Of snow. She hunts snow.
She lies on her belly then pounces on it.
(Like a cat?)
Like a tiger.
But one time a shiver makes Her miss
And She sees Sydiyrrkin,
The man who makes people shiver
And hunts him down
To make him stop
(She what?)
She- Look, I'll tell it like this
Imagine a white page
Antarctica
And barely visible, the huntress...
The huntress lies, Her torso to cheek of Antarctica's face
Her prey, the snow, breaths hot and hard on their hyaline mounts
Crowned in ice, snow's blood, She, the picture of venal grace
Tension of skilled finger about to pluck string is in shoulders, in small of back, stayed for the pounce
Vivivan, the fair
Vivivan, the fierce
She wears in Her hair
Icicles, the spoils of Her quarry, that which She can pierce
And string, on Her cloak, toothed armour to make
(Why? Do you know?)
Lest
A fray should break
(Why hunt snow? Isn't Antarctica full of snow?)
That just goes to show, how loyal She was to Her quest.
Angle arms.
Fluid sinews.
Strength.
Patience.
Faster than thought.
Agile.
Pulse.
Drum.
Drum.
Drum.
NOW
Tremors erupt.
The earth shakes to dust.
Her body, abrupt,
Forgets the must.
A shiver.
A miss.
The snow scampers free.
Her body curls to a foetal half-coil.
Rope, wet and useless
For toil.
A nothing. A mess.
Far in the retinal blur of her sight
A Man
Of dark furs, is licked up by the night.
The Bane of Vivivan
Sly swift Sydiyrrkin
Theft of Obedience
Defender of Murphy's Law
Twas He, and His near kin,
Did deliver the shiver with cavalier expedience
As Vivivan saw.
Vivivan vowed, vivacious, in velutinous voice
She'd show sharp Sydiyrrkin dichotomous choice
Death, or the end of His way. All
Vengeance reign for this vile betrayal.
Thus she hunted.
(But what happened then?)
Getting to that...
Sydiyrrkin, the source of all shivers was near
His frost-biting kisses were left on her throat
Yet, though forecasts were clear
She did not see his boat
Vivivan pursued, on a restless blue whale
Who had come south
To rid his tail
Of barnacles. His mouth
Filled with ocean by ocean
Yet Vivivan held firm
Ears pricked, nose to the scent
Utter devotion
Till her mission's term
Had been filled. So she went.
(You've changes tense)
Do you want to hear the accursed story or not?
No passing of feet
No bent blade of grass did she find
Light-footed and fleet
He, prey, one of a kind
After the milk salt of sea had dispensed
She searched every land, all, so her gall
Could be recompensed
Yet though She chased flickers infernal,
Her feet would sear, and Her legs, groan
Though by night, She'd weep alone,
And the leagues would drone
On, and without sleep,
Yet She would fight
Vivivan searched cities with sickly horizons interlaced with tombs
Voracious, metallic, retching to rebuking risen tricoloured plates of eyes
She tasted the fumes
Dispersed categoric across her palate. Rare surprise
Tinged Her face.
Of Her prey,
There's no trace
Vivivan searched deserts, was scarred tender by day
And Aching at Night's rapacious surrender
Vivivan searched paddocks that spilled in the wind. She
Searched bitter rivers
Not a clue each would lend Her
Of He,
Master of Shivers.
(Gross. Plates of eyes?)
Goodness gracious, jejune spouse. Traffic lights, Genius.
A phrase crossed her mind, in a tumbleweed way
“Someone walked on my grave”
She heard someone say
At a shiver. She stole hence to save
What was left of her pride, there
In a cemetery
Sydiyrrkin's lair
In it's delicate asymmetry
The crypt was ill-tempered, bipolar, misgiving
Vinaceous velvet worn dingy diaphanous, drip-grooved wax pillars crowned in flame
No place for green living
But for this cretin who was to blame
For this whole lengthy ordeal
He reclines, precarious,against a granite arch, in the lap of the shadow
As if waiting, omnipotent, for Her, real
And below
“You look cold,” said He, in a rich tenor purr
“I saw You before,
I wanted to offer my coat, I touched your shoulder
But You were
Startled, caught unawares, I suppose. See, for
A while I've watched you, I've waxed quite curious.” This was as he told her
Cruel ruthless Sydiyrrkin, plague of the masses
With jester's sardonic smile,
Trickster, torturer, tempter, teaser. His sasses
Had Her having kittens, the insipid, banal-
Sweet... laughing Sydiyrrkin, mischievous romancer
With traveller's stubble, sinuous, sublime
Unmatched warrior, damsel entrancer
Untarnished by time...
Melted armour, defences, and will
Left Vivivan shaking,
Faint with a chill
Breaking.
In his eyes She saw horror film patrons, alive
With insectile euphoria, fear
acupuncture, adrenaline drive,
She saw stage jitters appear
Effervescent anticipation, a high,
She saw the air quiver and thus become sound
She saw birds' wings throbbing to fly
Last She found
Herself, shivers subsiding
Now wrapped in His furs
Like a bear
Waking from winter hiding
And the world, in electric blurs,
Grazed Vivivan the fair.
Their voices meandered in counterpoint hues
Soft, rapid, gregarious, mirth injected.
She became a poet, He, Her wicked yet salacious muse
So Her fear became weariness, woe,
Attraction, elation
As far as these things go
Not so bad a vacation.
Then late one night, while the hearth fire burned
Beside restless Sydiyrrkin,
She told what she learned
Because he's a PAIN who would not let Her sleep. In
His head He wills away chills that are Living
Itself.
(So is that why when we met
You were wet
With thawed snow?)
Yes.
I did have a life before You, You know.
I loved it, even if it brings up issues, I'm sort of unable to face right now.
:heartbeat: Pat
:faint:
*is totally blown away*
Wow. That was amazing....you're a genius...you're brilliant, you really are. It's like words are these wild things and you're the word whisperer and you coax them into doing whatever you want them to do and it turns out amazingly and beautifully. The imagery and rhyme and tone, gosh, perfect, not Dr. Seuss at ALL, must a complete mastery of rhyme. I adored the twist at the end of Sydiyrrkin and Vivivan being the actual speakers...such a fantastic twist of "remember how we met?" Gosh...I just...wow...WOW. My words totally weren't worthy of this, but...wow. :bow: