Post by DESPARAGING BIRDS on Nov 10, 2009 22:21:11 GMT -5
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Rama’s head buzzed. She was gone, not his, just Angel-boy’s. No hope anymore. Glass birds can fly. Not on hope, not in fairytales, not with wishes, and not with tears. There was only one way to clear the pain, get rid of everything that glass bird had touched. Its nest, its siblings. All the birds it would have flown with. They needed to vanish. Each and every one. He realized that that would include himself, but was unfazed. His hands did not falter as he laid the complex circle on the dark ground with white chalk. He would summon the one he had only read about; dared not to summon. The words were crystal clear in his mind. He said them as shadows swirled around him, black autumn leaves in the darkness “Here I lay my mortality... And I summon thee Black Jinn. He by the name of Mal! He who spits poison and makes waters black... I call thee forth from thy abyss to do my bidding. Feed from eyes who glimpse this symbol and turn their gaze upon suffering! Black Jinn! The feeder of desire! Black Jinn! Earth spirit's remember and bind this creature to my will! Sky spirit's remember and bind this creature to my will!”
It was there, no mass, just shadow. Then it was her. Rama’s heart ached, but he refused to show it.
The voice matched hers as well, once it spoke “You called? You called for someone who can see your greatest desires? One who can see your secrets clear as if they were a book of ancient runes, a second nature for me to read? Are you a fool, or is there something you desire that involves those wants of others?”
Rama stood up to the demon in guise of the girl he wanted so much “I want revenge. On this bird that wants to fly within my heart. I want revenge on everything she’s touched.”
The demon smirked “How much of a challenge will this be to me, demon of dark and desire?”
“A large one, involving the death of hundreds of wizards. Are you ready to face it, or are you not the demon I so wished to summon to cause pain, suffering and death to all those in this accursed castle?” Rama asked.
“I am he, of course I can face this. But remember, young fool, I do this of my own accord. My desires are apart from those I show the visages of.” Mal’s form shifted from Chronicle’s to the mass of shadows once more.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Rama’s head buzzed. She was gone, not his, just Angel-boy’s. No hope anymore. Glass birds can fly. Not on hope, not in fairytales, not with wishes, and not with tears. There was only one way to clear the pain, get rid of everything that glass bird had touched. Its nest, its siblings. All the birds it would have flown with. They needed to vanish. Each and every one. He realized that that would include himself, but was unfazed. His hands did not falter as he laid the complex circle on the dark ground with white chalk. He would summon the one he had only read about; dared not to summon. The words were crystal clear in his mind. He said them as shadows swirled around him, black autumn leaves in the darkness “Here I lay my mortality... And I summon thee Black Jinn. He by the name of Mal! He who spits poison and makes waters black... I call thee forth from thy abyss to do my bidding. Feed from eyes who glimpse this symbol and turn their gaze upon suffering! Black Jinn! The feeder of desire! Black Jinn! Earth spirit's remember and bind this creature to my will! Sky spirit's remember and bind this creature to my will!”
It was there, no mass, just shadow. Then it was her. Rama’s heart ached, but he refused to show it.
The voice matched hers as well, once it spoke “You called? You called for someone who can see your greatest desires? One who can see your secrets clear as if they were a book of ancient runes, a second nature for me to read? Are you a fool, or is there something you desire that involves those wants of others?”
Rama stood up to the demon in guise of the girl he wanted so much “I want revenge. On this bird that wants to fly within my heart. I want revenge on everything she’s touched.”
The demon smirked “How much of a challenge will this be to me, demon of dark and desire?”
“A large one, involving the death of hundreds of wizards. Are you ready to face it, or are you not the demon I so wished to summon to cause pain, suffering and death to all those in this accursed castle?” Rama asked.
“I am he, of course I can face this. But remember, young fool, I do this of my own accord. My desires are apart from those I show the visages of.” Mal’s form shifted from Chronicle’s to the mass of shadows once more.
