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(9/12/05 9:56 pm) Reply
Contemplation
By Total_Carnage
Okay so I found more than one piece. And like the rest it's unfinished. And what's worse is there is a second part to this that I wrote, but poor fortune would have that i lost it. Hem hem. The contemplative ninja sort this time.
With the morning light lease the new life, do the golden rays of sunlight pierce the hallowed heavens and rain down upon the earth with a vigor of beauty unknown to the eyes of mortals. For we as human beings do not see this earth in the glory it was meant to present, instead we are caught up in our trivial pursuit for power and in doing so corrupt ourselves beyond comprehension. It is this that should be negated for within corruption lurks our own downfall, thus we should attempt to find solace in our lives; to find an extent of perfection that exists only within our minds. To find this perfection means to understand everything you have lived for and worked for. Only then will you be able to gaze freely upon life and know..Know that, and you shall have conquered humanity and its defilation.
The Karasu clan; Descendants of ancestors long d.ead yet never forgotten. The Raven totem kawed their laments for each elder that fell yet rolled their wings for each newblood that rose in turn; letting black feathers tumble as graves were filled. Yet over the years did the descendants dwindle, one by one falling to the curse of the raven, following their ancestors to the earth to find oneness within themselves. The lives of the ravens are that of solitude and loneliness, yet each raven understood his or her place in life, at the hand of their masters within the skies, pledging their spirits to the ethereal space that stood between life and d.eath. Yet the lone raven kaws alone, for he has found his place once again - a second calling which he should not have recieved. The heart of the raven remained upon his soul and his soul was weighed down by this responsibility. Restless nights were visited by the ghosts of old, assigned to assure the survival of the Karasu, refusing to allow their pride to diminish and be swallowed up by the adversaries that had slain the children of the raven. And so in these dreams did they invoke an adroit spirit to forever guard and aid his now one true task - vengeance and reclaimation of that which had been driven away. This spirit did come upon the 18th year of his existance at which point his life became hollow - forced to void the emotion human beings appear to cherish. Did he consult the raven totem and he did understand, his place have been given and his destiny decided. To seek out those that destroyed the Karasu, and so this became the last flight of the raven.
The soft exhale of air siphoned past the band of cloth, rising in a plume of steam from a concealed mouth. Eyes of sullen gray were left hidden behind closed lids, buried in thought and entrancement, a clouded mind too occupied to acknowledge the reality around him. But within this meditatory state, there would be no peace to be find where sanctuary was sought. The screams that curdled b.lood wailed into the depressive crevices, constantly reminding of how his fate should be played - the reconcilliation of the Karasu clan. For 7 years now had the dreams played before him, since the dawning of the day whence the ancestors chose him to continue the lineage. Hence forth from that scathed day had he gone unslept, slumberless nights spent in the shadows of life, hunting down the tails of long-defeated adversaries. And now was no exception. Eyelids fluttered as he gazed within the darkness, trying to seek the tormenting creations, those that struck out behind his back, then fled before his blade could scathe their throats. The same blade that lay before him now as he knelt in sombre silence, till his eyes would wake and look upon the shade of nocturne that bathed the night, undoing the bounds of torturous dreams.
A careful grip in turn took up the blade by its dark wrapped hilt, lofting it slowly to the height of his eyes, grasping it at a horizontal before him, so that its gleaming blade may shimmer and shine in the decaying l.ustre of the moonlight. Digits flexed outward, the first two fingers on his unclenching hand met, padded tips tracing down the smooth exterior of the flat side of the instrument, entailed by an orb of luminescance, as then it was twisted vertical before his face. Misty eyes narrowed, his fingers flicking off the edge where the hilt's guard curved. Knowledge pertained in those gray spheres, scrutinizing the blade to no avail - steel could be perfected far more easily than a soul. A prolonged pause. A raven crooned in the near distance, its call beckoning atop fell winds. Eyes flickered, as the squeal of sheathed metal slid into the scabbard across his toned back. Tonight was fresh, the air was crisp. Tonight something would die - yet not another raven. He knew that too well. Pulling himself back to his feet, he gazed out over the view that beheld ahead of him, a hued city, glowing, and little more, trailing out some distance before darkness swallowed up what little life he could see. His bare arms stood at his sides, palms balled in fists, tense; unnerved.
( that cut off thing is y annoying. And apologies for the lack of spacing inbetween paragraphs. Thought it would've added em from Word. Apparently not. )
~ Devoted Guardian
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
Locked beneath these silvery depths of eternity,
into the maze I beckon you... dream with me.
Founder of Fantasy World
Fantasy World's Goddess
and Devoted Guardian
of FW High Council
Posts: 1287
(9/12/05 11:36 pm) Reply
Re: Contemplation
The thing that I love about your writing, this piece that you are sharing, is the subtle hinting of a scene that lets the mind fill in the gaps. Instead of saying, for example, that he is wearing gloves, you mention in his actions the padded tips of his fingers. It is this art that I'm still striving to hone to my satisfaction, quite honestly, and I do love writing that does not straightforwardly tell you what is going on step by step... but instead lets it be felt from the way that it is worded. Excellent.
I want to comment, also, on the idea that you phrase so well, "to find an extent of perfection that exists only within our minds". It's what I've always said, though it's put now into words much more eloquent than my blabbered prose to friends.
That is all - I hope to see you posting more of your previous works! Always a good read.
--Mysty
~ Devoted Guardian
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
Locked beneath these silvery depths of eternity,
into the maze I beckon you... dream with me.
The Lonely Angel of FW
Posts: 262
(10/23/05 11:45 am) Reply
Re: Contemplation
...r u talking to urself?
~*~He won't forgive me for my sins~*~
~*~His punishment cuts deep within~*~
~*~He sent me to the hard, dark place~*~
~*~And now I am Heaven's fallen grace.~*~
Always a good read.
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