THE MOON . ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you’re deeply creative and intuitive, and many people find you mysterious. you can be manipulative and have a dark side that you’re good at hiding, and maybe have a few skeletons in your closet. that said, there’s a distinct dreamlike quality about you — some might even say psychic.

  ❝ All  we  do  is  sit  in  silence  waiting  for  a  sign. ❞

❝  I CAN TELL that song is very important to you … is there a story behind it ?  ❞

SORROW COMES FIRST,  THE GRIEF FOR A HOME FAR BEYOND HER REACH. Even the blanket of night brings little comfort;  the atmosphere is too large for her,  too nebulous for one so small.  So Deet twiddles her thumbs,  and sings her fathers songs.

THE DARK TEMPERS THE GLOW,  BUT STILL THOSE EYES SHINE BRIGHT ENOUGH TO LURE THE TUMBELOTHS HUNG FROM THE CAVERN’S WALLS.  Outside the night has encroached,  and Deethra might wander as she like ‘neath the nigh-starless sky.  And would if she could,  but distraction's drawn her eye.  Behind shreds of fog and cloud,  three moons offer their shrill cry.   “  The three sisters,  ”   She offers for she who might be unfamiliar.  Soft is the smile upon her face,  though it turns not to her company.  Only to the free sky.   “  They welcome you...  ”

TRANQUILLITY IS THE DIRT ‘NEATH HER NAILS,  THINKS SHE,  and red blood turned violet and violent.  When falls each droplet,  no matter how small the spill,  the earth fizzes,  screams,  and dies.  Thra’s slow murder begins below her feet.  Such is her nature now,  destruction's progenitor  where she sits in her black nest of once thriving foliage.  Now the crawlies have made their home beneath her knees;  she’s lost count of the legs that have dropped off,  doesn’t attempt a recount when her arms lift in a show of the hovel she calls home.   “  Your attempts to save it...  ”    Glumly she means Thra.  She means Thra and all its pieces,  all her friends,  all her people.  Thra as a container,  sorrow-filled and decaying,  as a broiling crucible close to over-spilling under the close eye of Snow.   “  And mine.  Failed.  ”