83rd Opening Ceremonies
Oct 11, 2019 10:30:31 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Oct 11, 2019 10:30:31 GMT -5
walking in my sleep
like the naked trees
will they wake up again?
do they sleep? do they dream?
like the naked trees
will they wake up again?
do they sleep? do they dream?
A winter sunrise, Lazarus called me—
and dressed me in the palette of one.
Shrouded by the fabrics and the deer-antler headpiece, I was a feral beauty that seemed to be threaded together by bright shards of ice and glistening rime, searing every eye that befell upon with me as sun-kissed snow would.
There was no warmth:
not in the colors I wore, and not in my expression.
Everything was frosted over, like a lake in winter.
Sapphire, though, burned beside me. In her autumnal colors, she seemed as though she was a creature trapped in amber, her dress a sunset, her cheeks embossed with maple leaves.
“You look beautiful,” I told her with a smile, genuine this time, “we look beautiful.” We were reflections of two forests during two varying seasons, me the icicles upon the branches in winter and her the flaming leaves of autumn.
“Show them what Seven can do,” Mackenzie uttered behind us and I can’t help the swell of pride that made my chest rise.
“Remember to keep your chin up,” I reminded Sapphire and twined our hands together into the shape of a brief armistice, a friendliness, a union.
“And you,” she quipped back.
The chariot wheels rolled, and suddenly, we were ushered onward. Once the daylight struck our forms, the garments became dappled and shattered into a many kaleidoscopes; colors danced; flecks of light burst from our clothes—similar to sawdust, but golden.
And we were glorious, with beauty that rivalled that of the old gods themselves: an auburn sun and a silver moon.
feel it as the wind
strokes my skin
i am moved by the chill
hear the winter bird sing
lyrics: aurora — winter bird
strokes my skin
i am moved by the chill
hear the winter bird sing
lyrics: aurora — winter bird
