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December Cygnets (4) (1 Viewer)

Darkkin

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Stargilded: Lily Bright


Tippets touched, a vixen silvered among the blossom light, so came Lily Bright.
From the fells of Midnight Bloom in keeping with Downe and Morff of Where—
She came, Lily Bright, the child for whom he so patiently waited, Jackaby Wright.

By the glow of brittle starlight, the vixen shed her cloak—a girl, small and slight—
Silhouetted on Weeping’s cobalt shore, Lily Bright,with a halo of silver gilt hair.
Tippets touched, a vixen silvered among the blossom light, so came Lily Bright.

Jackaby Wright, from a bleached peachwood watched, Lily awash in boreal light.
This was the face reflected in the spattered mirror, the hope that shone in despair.
She came, Lily Bright, the child for whom he so patiently waited, Jackaby Wright.

With the kiss of Turtle Moon upon her skin and curls, Lily Bright, last star of night—
For Lily’s light was a delicate sheen, blue hued, a glow that rivaled the unicorn, fair.
Tippets touched, a vixen silvered among the blossom light, so came Lily Bright.

And good Jackaby pondered: Can something so small, so slight set the tides right?
How, when the Belle, all her glory and might, fell—Left the star lore in disrepair.
She came, Lily Bright, the child for whom he so patiently waited, Jackaby Wright.

Constellations were dying, the stars one by one, going out—Dark feeding the fright.
Stargilded, Lily Bright, a glimmer of something just there—cygnet, lowly and spare.
Tippets touched, a vixen silvered among the blossom light, so came Lily Bright.
She came, Lily Bright, the child for whom he so patiently waited, Jackaby Wright.




Shadows of Lily


Close upon her heels he pressed, Phoenix Downe, a bladed edge of night.
Stargilded, Lily in the blossom snow, the Firefly Tide turned, ebbing flow.
Half hearted whole; whole hearted half, death of the constellations’ light.

From a pond, to a bloomy fell—‘Cross Morpheus Strait came Lily Bright—
On Weeping’s shore she stands ‘neath the drifted peach blossom snow.
Close upon her heels he pressed, Phoenix Down, a bladed edge of night.

Phoenix touched down, stepping from a cloud of ash, into a dire of plight.
He spoke to his gilded Lily, bright: ‘There is something you should know.’
Half hearted whole; whole hearted half, death of the constellations’ light.

Lily blinked as beneath her feet sea glass clinked, her stance wary, tight—
Behind her back, she balled her slender right—Braced for a coming blow—
Close upon her heels he pressed, Phoenix Downe, a bladed edge of night.

Phoenix drew back, much struck—Lily stood before him ready to fight!
Reaching out he drew forth her hand: ‘Gently, Lily, gently now, just so’—
Half hearted whole; whole hearted half, death of the constellations’ light.

Tip to tip their fingers he matched, felt her quiver, bone deep with fright—
Round her hand, his fingers wrapped tight: ‘Breathe, Lily. Let that fear go.’
Close upon her heels he pressed, Phoenix Downe, a bladed edge of night.
Half hearted whole; whole hearted half, death of the constellations’ light.
 
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