Pandora's Box

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*Azulfae
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Posted by *Azulfae »


Different lives and different worlds, sorrow and self pity brings souls all the same to break and crumble. They give their devotion and their love, so unappreciated, thrown back in their faces by others cold and bitter. Torment leads to despair, rejection leads to isolation.

Across planes and worlds at moments dispersed and clustered the despair of forsaken lovers brings heads to lie on pillows and pass their last breaths from broken hearts they die.

But this death is not an end, it is a moving on to another place. As close their eyes they do their last breath, from within, to smaller things could be a howl in the tunnels of their lungs. The silence comes much louder.

In their dying soul a dream lingers the holding on of a thought, a point of light in darkness. She holds a tiny box and looks beyond into the void before sucked is she so violently back into the end.

A new beginning brought with light and pain and harsh sensations. Thrown with many, like a rag doll into the rock littered skies of ancient stone, stair cases crumbling and non directional tunnels and open spaces.

Bodies everywhere like hers from other places fall aswell, some sweep aside caught by the downs that are in many places and throw them to the rocks. Their insides paint the skies and bones and parts will fly in wrecked despair. This chance is lost to them.

Fall she does still falling and in her hands she clutches it. Her hope of love.

The fall is endless and the howl of it tormenting, searing from her mind, a life before but still the agony of the end forever more.

He falls too and turns in time, he sees the rocks and tunnels. He bends and arcs to find a way and hops to new and falls through holes. Tubes take him faster and faster and then launch him into spaces wide.

Cares not does he, for death is welcome but this is worth a chance at believing and of knowing.

He sees her calm and falling.

Perfect in the chaos, beauty.

She is not like others. She holds something tight in hand to herself.

It begins. A purpose in the chaos, a line of thought. A reason for a mind.

He works and finds her falling and so she sees him come to her through howling winds and thrown in chaos he rides the storm and brings his hand upon her.

They fall now together but still are they whilst all around the plane is turning, howling, screaming torment. But they are calm together now in peace at last their falling.

In circles turn their minds without lines or breaks saturation of chaos from the box she holds. Inside her heart is beating. He cups her hands in his. Her axis now is his and his is hers to give.

A goddess eye falls on them the winds she guides to darkness. Madness no more as one they feel but torn apart the sanity again will bring.

“Hold her always.” Says she to him.
“He shall never let her go.” Says he to her.

“For if you do.” Says the Queen “The pain of clarity shall overcome you.”

Their heads do touch and light is born but fades it does hereafter.

And so they are one and two were once of many banished.

Her heart within it beats for him. He keeps it when no other would.

PandoraÂ’s box he opened.
*Azulfae
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Posted by *Azulfae »


Mirrored upon a spire of stone, turning and alone, another ladyÂ’s home. The circle came and broken lines gave way to minds all in the heart of pages in a tome.

Once in honour, once in hate and twice upon they came a gate. He pulled it open and from within came clutchings at another skin.

“Pandora, here, the fire waits and cobbled earth.”

He looked beyond and hesitates.

“New skin? With you fallen behind! My axis come, with joined mind.”

They put heads together and borrowed hands, the trees branch they walked to other lands and here is Sigil now they stand.

“The silence is deafening.” Said he to her.
“My axis brings me silence.” She offered to him and rubbed their heads together.

All around were walkers of the leaves of many branches of the tree and many wondered who are these.

Some such came one from Mechanus, the Rena tried to place their world. She struggled to find an order to their sense of chaos and disorder, but true is life and chaos is no order in their being but only a purpose in the mist. Undefined yet formed. The Banished walk in the City of Doors.
*Chevette
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Posted by *Chevette »


Into the void and then again out step the Banished. Their hands clutch at tendrils and then unto the barking women they fling the tendrils. Not less than thrice they fall yet still they return again, the need to fulfill their purpose twisting in their chests.

"Pandemus, the rain falls, the lines break. Raingear must be collected to bind the circles once more. Rainwater washes off our souls and onto the blackened earth. No, no! I cannot see the flames in the dust."

She touches her head to his and her eyes close, and once more all is right in the worlds.

Her hand seeks his and clutches as she spies the foulness approaching. "See, hither come the pentacles."

And then once more the tendrils are clutched and once more they are flung amid those who would trample the flowers into the mud.

At last they step again more fully into the void and emerge again into the cacophany of the many. They gravitate toward the gathering place, the need to be where others are strong, though they are not of these. Some seek to understand and some succeed in part but none will truly see with their eyes the inward gusts around the spires within. They touch heads and know all this is illusory.

Sundered, the rain falls upon the cacophanous gathering yet none feel it save two.
*Azulfae
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Posted by *Azulfae »


After a time so stretched the winds did wretch the banished back into the doors of a gated city plane. Here rides the winds they came and took a name.

Greencloak, their moon, orbits from the axis and decided they shall be upon his keeping until times when eggs can cook a fly and walls can see our toes.

It has been a rods stretch in monkey fingers since the ham sandwich wore a fish but a knuckles depth in watereggs since poison gave a piss.
*Azulfae
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Posted by *Azulfae »


Fingers pushed in cobbled stone and eldritch talons find a home, do worms and birds all come to rest upon a rivers gentle breast?
*Chevette
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Posted by *Chevette »


None noticed, and yet all were aware. Again they found a fishmonger to pluck the rods from within the cool dark mist.

The winds tore at her dress but she smothered them with ashes and bade them waft no more upon her left anklet.

*Azulfae
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Posted by *Azulfae »


The tools are found and minds shall shape the pale dark left in our wake.
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Posted by *Melancholy_Dreamer »


Hell bunnies hippity hop to the phat beat of redemption.
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