𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇 : 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐀

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁,    who    had    been    more    a    brother    to    𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙊𝙉    than    any    son    born    of    balon    greyjoy’s    loins.           MURDERED    AT    THE    RED    WEDDING,           butchered    by    the    freys.            𝐈    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄     𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐇𝐈𝐌.            W̶H̶E̶R̶E̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ W̶A̶S̶  ̶ I̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶?̶            i    should    have    died    with    him.

𝐑𝐀  •  𝐃𝐈  •  𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄,                 def.              (      LATIN    :      𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓊𝓂      )      the   glow   of   the   stars   before   they   burn   out    .    no   sun   reaches   the  soil   of   his   being    ,    no   harvests   are   reaped    ,    where   all   is   barren   and   effrontery   is   dreeing    .

SCENE   (   END   )    :    ACT    III          /          THE    DENOUEMENT    .

FIRST,   SHE IS LIFE   :   SHE IS FLORESCENCE    .    sylvan     𝓓𝓞𝓔     ,   she   who   is   synonymous   with   vernality   ,   with   sorrow’s   essence   .   birds   still   sing   their   mourning   elegy   ,   and   so   with   her   groom   at   her   side   ,   and   so   with   her   fawn   in   her   mind   ,   falls   first   he   then   she   -   decomposition   shrined   . AND THEN IN WINTER,   AND LATER DEATH    -   is   it   you   that   moves   or   is   it   the  dark   ?  for  he   who   is   no   longer   he   ,   that  forsaken  star   now   burnt   out   .   tonight   ,   at   midnight   -   the   hadean   ghost   still   prowls   ,   the   hiemal     𝐃𝐎𝐆'𝐒    hazed   ,   dazed   ,   growls   .   SOON THERE AFTER,   IN THE TRANSITIONAL PHASE   -    during   those   autumn - decaying   days   ,   lays   he   atop   the  rotting   leaves   .   and   with   a   poised   act   ,   lethargic   ,   the     𝙒𝙊𝙇𝙁     keeps   its   stance   ,   cathartic   .   oh   ,   with  his  last  howl   ,   a   final   breath   ,   he  comes   to   take  a   closing   rest   .

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒    𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊,                 def.               a    mutt’s    carcass    in    the    autumn  -  decaying    grass        /       a    man’s    heart    becoming    crass   .     a    bad    omen    ,    oh    !     he   ,    damnable   creature         .  .  .         the    bound    hound    with  a  soul     ,    wound     .

poetry starters - accepting ! 

          he bares his teeth like a wild beast, cornered and battered ; mindless and desperate for reprieve yet the implications of failure lie heavy in his palms. the black beneath his eyes, his disheveled appearance - shirt untucked, hair unruly — he hadn’t meant to be seen this way. yet, she’d spotted him, concerned in all her glory and refused to leave. how badly he wishes to speak to…someone. that unbearable knot tightens at his core and renders him nearly breathless. instead, he pushes and caves into himself.  ❛ my…’ he swallows tight, admitting to such a thing to one who admired him so left a bitter taste. ❛...my failures have repercussions.’ they always have. this time, not once, but twice. two futile attempts at carrying out his mission. fear slips into his veins and clenches at his ribs in a vice, he’s left scrambling. what with he and his serpentine tongue vowed quietus — malfoys’ failures had consequences. ones he could not abscond. lives settled themselves in his very much incapable hands. 

          ❛ it doesn’t matter whether they define me or not.’ he can’t meet her gaze, the weight of his reality far too great to allow him to — lest he spill his guts right then. it wasn’t an option. the less she was privy to, the better. one more senseless death….no. he could at least do this right.  ❛  i’m done talking about this. ’ 

🐍🐍🐍                  /                  ANGUISHED    ANGUISA    .