'Crystal Night' - Lucius waits for the world to end

[Mistress Siana]

Crystal Night



They lie in stillness, insensate, resembling portraits of themselves, aquarelles drawn watery on the silk of the sheets. Moonlight breaks on their skin, like glass, like dreams, debris of silver buried in immortal beauty.

Sleep well, my son.

Hair of ash and skin of white, a younger me, almost, your eyes are hers, I can imagine the trace of blue behind your now closed lids. Still and forever graceful while the world goes down in shame.

And her.

Silver-framed beauty carved into marble, or porcelain, the purest, the whitest, the coldest; don't fall my darling, for what does not bend breaks. You look fragile with the light in your hair and the death on your lips, your hollow embrace shielding our son from the absence of tomorrow.

In the venom imbued silence I watch over you, closing thoughts trickling like sand through an hourglass.

Time, in its agony, hangs heavy in the air, thick and gluelike, almost tangible, with every intake of breath the world seems to stop, then starts turning again, millennia born and buried, captured in the blinking of my eyes.

I can almost sense them now.

Cloaked with darkness, they hunt down what is left of us; they who wear the sign of dawn like us are creatures of the night. They scent our blood, like dogs, like wolves, I can see their ember eyes burn away with vengeance, hear their howls tear the crystal night into pieces; they'll be here before the hour closes (with a chime drowning the ticking), here, in the blurred nothingness at the end of a dream. The trace of death that lines their way would have been worthy of Him, but they chose to hunt their own kind instead of the misbegotten, those who wasted our centuries forcing us into hiding.

They never saw the truth, like children believing in the safety of hiding under a blanket.

So I laugh at them as they fall in, one yelling that I'm the last, laugh as another calls me a monster, a monster that killed his own family, laugh for they cannot understand that the world they're building on the ashes of His dream are nothing I could ever impose upon my child.
So I laugh, manically, triumphantly, bitterly, into their faces, their hearts, their souls and into their green light.


End


Author's notes: If you understand nothing, you're most probably sane.

[Phinea Rogue]

Am I insane? I think that I understand it, well, mostly and like it very much. By the way, do you also post at fanfiction? I think I've seen you there.

[Mistress Siana]

Hmm...I usually post at fanfiction (you once gave me a review! ), but now my account seems to be gone. After I posted this story, that is. I hope I didn't offend anyone

[Phinea Rogue]

Offend someone? You mean at fanfiction? I think I've seen your account there, but sometimes FF is quite problematic (e.g. it doesn't let me review, now and then...).

[Willow]

hmm... did you tell me about this story? I like it. and I think I understand it. but I'm not sure... hmm...