The sun flashes by, a blazing trail that slowly fades. The moon's fervor is seen and then lost, and left in its wake a melancholy blue. These inseparable friends of mine perish in full view, but as I mourn, a hopeful gift lingers on. Each one, a treasure, swirls and frolicks in the frail sanctuary of my mortal mind, singing the bitter-sweet melodies of a lifetime embraced.
A warm touch, yet unfelt, caresses the skin. As one bond is cut another flows forth. A harmonious sound gently wavers over my virgin ears, the celebration of one life cultivating another. The seamless flow of warmth and coldness ebbs gently, the tentative strokes of a world's acceptance. Clouds patch to protect the innocence that flees to forage for a fantasy that has never existed. The chorus that lurked in the shadows erupts, forcing pulsing electric pain from bone to being, cutting through care that dissolves into obscurity. A malicious pebble has imparted a song, an unsuspecting silence. A song that I remember, a song that I love.
Upon a vast, unending expanse lies a soul bathed in blue, indigo and violet. Sharp, cutting blades yield and bend, holding knowingly the restless spirit as it surrenders to a rare peace excavated from a wild world. Cacophonous croaks intertwine with a bountiful buzz to mirror the ripples on a throbbing lake. In the lake's eye lies a still, silent watcher, staring with yearning at the ghoul which longs for that it cannot see. Nonetheless, its timid tone is offered to soothe a weary traveler who has only just begun its journey. I close my eyes and relish in the orchestral pulse of the world. A song that I remember, a song that I adore.
Death soaked darts soar and slice through a blistering sky. The atmosphere screams with malicious madness towards a lone wolf, paws pelting with panic at the searing sand, light darts from arrowheads clouding the sky. They flash. They blind. The chorus of chaos calms at the visage of a fallen cub, lone arrow lodged in its pelt, and in its pooled life-water glares the sun. The wolf halts and howls as speeding spear after spear thumps into its bare back. A humid hum hangs in the air as the wolf stares at its diminutive reflection, a mirror of hardships past. Although pain pulses like blood, it still smiles along to the sweltering song. I close my eyes and surrender to the song that I remember. The song that I adore.
I stand in the solitude of the sand, the final grain hovering above, anxious to fall. I turn and look to the infinite desert within the hourglass. Upon the soft sand is seen the shadow of the sultry moon. Beside it lies the lone malicious stone. Mirrored in a cool, rippling lake stands a sullen sun, no longer burning. The final grain ceases to fall. Energy swells within my memories as my legs leap forward into an aimless sprint. As my mortal folly takes me past a scene of two arrow-ridden hounds, a harsh, sinewy song emanates from the horizon. It sings: "Although I am what you have nurtured within for all of this lifetime, when you next hear my tune you will no longer remember me." The sands of the hourglass fall upwards to the heavens, and I cradle my last memory eternally.
Another one of those written pieces for school, except this time it is taken from the last exam that I wrote. The original had tons of spelling errors, so I lost a lot of marks. This is also one of those pieces that you feel really good about after writing but then read it back and feel the cringe draw blood equal to all of the red inky crosses on the paper. I never plan these things beforehand, and my pen sometimes just can't keep up as I freestyle, so I can't remember what I have written, only what I am going to write, so repetition is a nasty pattern in these things.
Basically we were given song lyrics about life and memories or something like that, supplemented by our own chosen images that we were able to bring into the exam hall, and an hour to write.
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