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Monarchs and the Tenebrous Prayer (1 Viewer)

Darkkin

WF Veterans
Monarchs and the Tenebrous Prayer

And it came spinning through a midnight sigh, a prayer of Socks
bound by the feathers of a milkweed seed as it drifted lazily by—
tasted by the toes of the monarchs, messenger on wing to the fox.

Captured by the rimed sheets of the Great Ripple Gannet’s wings,
the words of the a fragile hope, found their way into waiting ears—
the flapping ears of the Socks Fox plopped beside an empty swing.

Smoke and cobalt, a cloud cloak of the sky on that blustery day,
when the wings of a thousand monarchs and a thousand more—
came and with a spiders’ bind carried that Star Socks Fox away.

Eyes on the sky, listen as the leaves gossip in the gathering cold,
and watch as saffron dyes the blue of gasping day, and look high
above the hulking hills, beyond the faded vale, a prayer now told.

Star Socks Fox flown on the Monarch Tide to a whispered place,
the rifted wold, abutting the chasm from which Deep Dark flows,
Tenebrous Wold, the accursed ruin, awash in the sweetest grace.

Wings and strings on the wind, heed the song the Wold Dog sings,
a voice of violent memory, a battle renewed each night, the chase—
never done and gone. Wold Dogs in need of one impossible thing.

Saffron and apples soured, cobalt and tarnished gold, Star Socks
a’comin’ from the heights, his faded star fables a storm of bright—
Socks to the wold, a prayer now told, the coming of the sly Fox.

Cobalt and Sno, their pack and pups, marked for the Klingentine.
Wild Dogs of Tenebrous Wold, their lives the price for a parlay—
Star Socks Fox, that clever blight, set to works, fates to redesign.

Star Socks Fox, a curious answer to a prayer as the stars go cold.
 

apple

WF Veterans
Another exquisite, haunting piece that draws me in. To me it is breathtaking, There is so much beauty in the spiritual way you write of darkness and wild and longing and loneliness. Almost tactile.
 

Darkkin

WF Veterans
Another exquisite, haunting piece that draws me in. To me it is breathtaking, There is so much beauty in the spiritual way you write of darkness and wild and longing and loneliness. Almost tactile.

Star Sock Fox is an absolute favourite of mine. He is a pleasure to write and it is good to know that his world is as real to others as it is to me. Thank you for your kind words and taking the time to read, apple. It is appreciated.

- D.
 
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