Mellow Persiflage

Walk, says the wind, gushing past the leaf at dawn… as every strand of strength is beautifully drained out of your will, as sweet as a fulcrum, rocking from side to side...

 Oblivious of the giant swing it stands to hold... A benign neglect, only the thorn understands...

The thorn which lies on the pavement as the rose blooms out of a wound on the other end of the sky…

The dying moon slowly drifting into peaceful oblivion, to join the leopard that leapt from a star only to be engulfed by a beautiful soul less void. Nothing in top of the hollow sky to fill the vacuum, other than the scent, the breezy scent of a corpse which catches the drifter's senses...

 Like music from a flute that she heard while floating high above the abyss one day, looking sadly upon the hordes of mortals taking the leap of faith, a leap, head on towards the abyss, uncertain of what lies beneath...

And lo, the mortals view the gold that's stacked right at the bottom, gold and gems and other marvels that other mortals have extracted from the bed they slept on and bestowed glory upon, such a fanciful glow blinded their eyes but not their smiles, not their greed, not their lust..

For they were to attain their Goddess which they could see right beneath them...

Some of these mortals had a premonition earlier, wherein an evil deity, an evil drifter tried to come into their dreams and urge them to reap true happiness and love, a bountiful of riches.. Rubbish thought they as they swung themselves even further deep into the abyss with a renewed fury..

 And lo they set forth underneath, faster than the speed of the sun..

 Lo they set forth to reap the fruits of their labor.. And behold they fell and arose..

And watched as the dagger gems pierced into their skin, time seemed not to exist as they saw each sinew flung out of their helpless, beautiful bodies that they had so painstakingly preserved..

They watched as the gold dug into their eyeball and started dancing with their brain, they watched the emerald choke their breath and their will.. There was a sudden flash in all the beautiful mutilation around, not a hint of darkness, not a sigh of sorrow, for the mortals were content..

Were happy to have finally lived as they drew their parting groan, were happy to have finally lived, as they were dead all along…

The drifter quietly shed a tear of joy, of hope as she set forth on her journey, towards nowhere, towards nothingness.. Only to be met with the scent of a corpse of a star, which reminded her of the eternity of nothingness.. She let out another tear as the moon vanished from sight and she set forth, towards the riches…