Mine
Posted on 19 September 2005 at 6:44pm by Veramii through livejournal
Fate is not cruel - the twists fate brings are but a shade of our conceit.
His canary sings a bitter tune - its only task to die down here, a kamikaze yardstick to test another's thoughts. Used and left to squander his last breath, fluttering for freedom in a cage of glass and ice. Given no clear briefing nor a trail of tiny crumbs, he falters as his master knew he would. The puppeteer severs his doll's wings and leaves him in a heap to perish in the darkness of his day. Slain in minute increments, the bird stirs his bloodied wings, and waits for his master's word to traverse this maze alone.
He gave a stained melody, upon his master's word, but from his lips came but obeisance, pure and clear, and never freedom heard.
Tears stain the glass between that only he can break - a silent whisper beckons him away, and seeks to slake it's thirst. He obeys as always, the trail he leaves not crumbs. Tomorrow is another day - for some.
She turn from him to blindness and finds no solace there. She wheels around to face him, but longs for him no more. Her heart, without his burden, feels heavy and too still. Perhaps his severance crippled her, without a word exchanged.
The rest becomes a game of chance - without a word, she dies. But good or bad a thing this is, perhaps is not so clear. He, bloodied, sees this, and stands up one more time. The calling of his master ignored, but for how long, we ask.
This is his choice - his caged body whimpers, but does he endure?