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Date Posted: 08:30:10 09/07/02 Sat
Acid dripped upon the ebony wing as the heavens rumbled threats. I was not ignorant of the fat drops licking the blue-black scales, blanketing me from crown to talon, so I declined in altitude. Flapping with the great determination and swiftness of an owl on hunt, I soon departed the world of the winged and took hold of stone with silver talons. A chill of ice fingered my arched back and I cowered at the undesired touch. Hastily I retreated to my mother’s domain, a cavern untouched since Death claimed her soul.
Lair of candlelight and the dread of fool’s gold lacked the comfort I craved. Deep breath I exhale, as my eyes browsed the lifeless treasures my mother held so foolishly dear...and settled upon a plain marble desk, cluttered with yellow scrolls and other papers.
Perhaps, there laid the answer. Thoughtlessly, my body gravitated towards the table as my eyes had done moments earlier. “Rose...” I began, the English word striking immediate attention among documents of foreign tongue.
“Simple elegance, petal pure
Velvet, crimson to eye’s touch,
Cascading ruffles, twirling red
Child’s gown
Sweet lips of crimson bleed black
curses, Satan’s breath bestow
false innocence, jaded
green eyes
Sheltered misery, primp
to disguise, spider web,
a lover’s doubt spawn by
one’s prick
Of one so sweet....”
Wetting cracked lips with a simple gesture of the tongue, I pushed aside the poem...underneath it shook me of breath. Twas a lengthy letter to her beloved, Tiberius, or rather, as she entitled it: “Tibby.”
Again, I began with the words first. “Shedding tears formally veiled in sarcasm, I begin. Too often I try to simplify my life, yet I have never seen one this complex. Every attempted simplification brings only more problems, companions...complications...”
Skipping a few paragraphs of seemingly endless blabbering, my eyes stumbled upon an entry: “Praying to find a likeness of you in my offspring, I know is not there, worsens the anguish, the regret...you are not their father, only one they know from whispers and rumors, and I wished it was not so.”
But what to say to confirmation that her heart ached for more than strong blood, as she once said, but for love. “...liberation, I crave...but even death could not set me free, as I remember from the undead, moping in unfinished business, regrets about a life they could have lived. If only I could forget...”
Everything...?
“...I wished to live...and love...again. Come back to me, Tibby...or else let me forget the world.”
Everything.
More, I wanted. There had to be more. More that explained why she died if she did not wish death upon herself.
Unless...she found another way.
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