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Adult +
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12
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Blood-Burning Moon
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is a bit short. Also, it's probably a bit odd. This chapter was inspired by a part of Jean Toomer's Cane, whose style I shamelessly copied. Also, all reviews are appreciated.
Special Disclaimer: "Blood-Burning Moon" is the title of a chapter in Cane.
Blood-Burning Moon
Blood-burning moon,
high away in the heavens,
judged all beneath him.
Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. Gentle nudges stirred vainly his form. From the door across the vast darkness came a knocking, a pounding which would not cease. Wood, old and sturdy, creaked against its hinges. Voids of soundless terror creeped and crawled against the floor. Knocking, knocking echoed endlessly off pine-made furniture. Through the window settled beams of knife-like moonlight, curling softly against cotton sheets. The smell of burning pine permeated the air, intoxicating tendrils suffocating nostrils. Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. Gentle nudges stirred vainly his form. Red shadows of blood lay scattered about the room, cast by an angry moon.
Wooden splinters rained down as the pounding forced the door from its hinges. Blood-red darkness poured from the wound into the dark void. Screaming, filled with horror, replaced the booming metronome. Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. The form of a boy, silhouetted in burning judgment, flew into the darkness. Sharp rays of moonlight pierced through his body. In this darkness only the blood-red shadow on the wall showed, all else obfuscated in the void. The smell of burning pine permeated the air.
Blood-burning moon,
high away in the heavens,
judged, beneath him, all.
Death descended in smoky wisps of suffering. Crouched low among the void's darkness. Loneliness slithered through hair like pine straw. Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. Ever oblivious to his surroundings he slumbered on, unaware of the dying boy suffering on the floor trying to call out to him; but the moon had stolen his voice, and no sound save a whimper escaped his throat. Blood-red judgment receded from the scene. Pale moonlight shimmered its illumination. Bloody rivers flowed from his mouth onto the dry carpet beneath him. Like rains after a drought.
The flow of sleep slowed with the flow of blood. As life left the boy, the sleeping body stirred into wakefulness, as yet ignorant of his environment. His eyes, though, remained closed; they refused to open. The moon above looked downwards with its vengeful smile. The man stumbled through the darkness as he tried to find a light switch. But the walls would not reveal themselves, and in darkness he remained. Warm flesh brushed against his wandering foot. The man kneeled in pools of still-warm blood spreading around the body he couldn't see. His eyes would not open, but he could see. See through the boy's eyes up at himself. And through these eyes he could feel the life as it left into the sky. In smoky wisps. Tears left his eyes, and when the boy breathed his last, his eyes at last opened.
High away in the heavens,
blood-burning moon
judged all beneath him.
His eyes cowered at the sight before him. Though darkness had receded, there remained an edge of the unknown. Spatters of blood smeared the walls and floor. Lifeless eyes continued to look up at him. And, like waters before a great wave, the darkness returned in all its ghastly glory. The two bodies spun in the dark void away from all they had known. The smell of burning pine permeated the air. As the spinning slowed, the darkness once again receded, revealing a setting altogether unfamiliar. Around him flew frightful demons armed with hellish weapons. Scaly wings beat slow rhythms. His sense of time became distorted to the point that seconds became hours.
Above them still shone the moon with all his judgment. As he gazed upwards he felt his vision begin to fail him. All but the moon became a blurred jumble of swirling darkness. . . all but the moon. . . blood-burning moon. . .
Aiden awoke with a start into the cool night air. The body next to his, the boy's, Lucien's, lay huddled in a frightened heap next to his own. In his mind swirled horrific images. Aiden placed his hand atop the boy's heart for reassurance before laying himself back down.
Above, the moon shone its pale light unto the sleeping city. From the streets below, passers-by could make out dark silhouettes descending. None suspected what was to come.
Blood-burning moon,
high above in the heavens,
judged all beneath him.
Special Disclaimer: "Blood-Burning Moon" is the title of a chapter in Cane.
Blood-Burning Moon
Blood-burning moon,
high away in the heavens,
judged all beneath him.
Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. Gentle nudges stirred vainly his form. From the door across the vast darkness came a knocking, a pounding which would not cease. Wood, old and sturdy, creaked against its hinges. Voids of soundless terror creeped and crawled against the floor. Knocking, knocking echoed endlessly off pine-made furniture. Through the window settled beams of knife-like moonlight, curling softly against cotton sheets. The smell of burning pine permeated the air, intoxicating tendrils suffocating nostrils. Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. Gentle nudges stirred vainly his form. Red shadows of blood lay scattered about the room, cast by an angry moon.
Wooden splinters rained down as the pounding forced the door from its hinges. Blood-red darkness poured from the wound into the dark void. Screaming, filled with horror, replaced the booming metronome. Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. The form of a boy, silhouetted in burning judgment, flew into the darkness. Sharp rays of moonlight pierced through his body. In this darkness only the blood-red shadow on the wall showed, all else obfuscated in the void. The smell of burning pine permeated the air.
Blood-burning moon,
high away in the heavens,
judged, beneath him, all.
Death descended in smoky wisps of suffering. Crouched low among the void's darkness. Loneliness slithered through hair like pine straw. Sleep streamed like shadows down his body. Ever oblivious to his surroundings he slumbered on, unaware of the dying boy suffering on the floor trying to call out to him; but the moon had stolen his voice, and no sound save a whimper escaped his throat. Blood-red judgment receded from the scene. Pale moonlight shimmered its illumination. Bloody rivers flowed from his mouth onto the dry carpet beneath him. Like rains after a drought.
The flow of sleep slowed with the flow of blood. As life left the boy, the sleeping body stirred into wakefulness, as yet ignorant of his environment. His eyes, though, remained closed; they refused to open. The moon above looked downwards with its vengeful smile. The man stumbled through the darkness as he tried to find a light switch. But the walls would not reveal themselves, and in darkness he remained. Warm flesh brushed against his wandering foot. The man kneeled in pools of still-warm blood spreading around the body he couldn't see. His eyes would not open, but he could see. See through the boy's eyes up at himself. And through these eyes he could feel the life as it left into the sky. In smoky wisps. Tears left his eyes, and when the boy breathed his last, his eyes at last opened.
High away in the heavens,
blood-burning moon
judged all beneath him.
His eyes cowered at the sight before him. Though darkness had receded, there remained an edge of the unknown. Spatters of blood smeared the walls and floor. Lifeless eyes continued to look up at him. And, like waters before a great wave, the darkness returned in all its ghastly glory. The two bodies spun in the dark void away from all they had known. The smell of burning pine permeated the air. As the spinning slowed, the darkness once again receded, revealing a setting altogether unfamiliar. Around him flew frightful demons armed with hellish weapons. Scaly wings beat slow rhythms. His sense of time became distorted to the point that seconds became hours.
Above them still shone the moon with all his judgment. As he gazed upwards he felt his vision begin to fail him. All but the moon became a blurred jumble of swirling darkness. . . all but the moon. . . blood-burning moon. . .
Aiden awoke with a start into the cool night air. The body next to his, the boy's, Lucien's, lay huddled in a frightened heap next to his own. In his mind swirled horrific images. Aiden placed his hand atop the boy's heart for reassurance before laying himself back down.
Above, the moon shone its pale light unto the sleeping city. From the streets below, passers-by could make out dark silhouettes descending. None suspected what was to come.
Blood-burning moon,
high above in the heavens,
judged all beneath him.