THE SPRING OF ROSES & THORNS : 04.2009
OH, THE LEAVES. Such innocent specks in the mound of life crawling over them, like the hooves of horses or.. the paws of a wolf; once glistening like the first day of winter, a reminder that things always changed. As the seasons came and went, the strength growing within him never faltered; each day he was stronger, more agile than any fox or feline he’d come across, the makings of a weapon. It didn’t matter how many times he’d turned since the first, pain lingered on every crack puncturing air once, thrice, molding into formation only he would ever keep company. Such a lonely life that of a wild animal, with no one but yourself as an equal sharer of demons packed along the rest of these perks.
NO ONE SHOULD EVER BE BETRAYED LIKE THIS. Forced into accepting what was never your choice to begin with, constantly a pawn in the games always rigged against odds; is that what this lifetime would be filled with? A mixture of cutthroat survival calling to him from a moon above? If it were to keep shining as it did, calm him however it could, why blame your only friend for the hatred? This self pity had enough of a long run, yet here he was, barely able to look at his victim directly into an emptiness he knew far too well. His father’s gaze gripped him permanently, no matter where he went, that look wasn’t capable of leaving the vast spaces of his mind saved especially for moments like these.
HOW COULD HE HAVE KNOWN THERE WAS SUCH DARKNESS? Beyond the vast gardens of roses and lilies his mother would plant around the manor, how could there ever be a place to claim such beauty from the world? From him? Those very roses died one by one around his heart, each gargle of the male’s flimsy last attempts to breathe made that so. Who knew spring could know the sharp sting of death? Trees raged above them, picking up wind for the sin being transpired among the last bits of purity left to the earth. If only they hadn’t wandered into their garden and seen it all, the very separation of man and beast. Yes, they needed to DIE and yet.. it felt like it should not ever be done again. There was no beauty any longer, luscious valleys of life became part of a graveyard starting from the blade in his hand, trailing up around the neck oozing crimson regret.
TIME LACKED EXISTENCE. Father’s taught their sons to be men, a given in itself but no one ever mentioned this necessary betrayal. As colorful as these orbs might’ve been years ago, all they displayed was hollow realization met in the smallest of cries that dragged into a struggled groan, swallowed deeply as the body in his arms went completely limp, falling upon wet grass he could still feel drenching shaky knees. Alexander looked at his son in silence, now a man barely past twenty years with the last look of distraught innocence marching right out of his heart. What was done was done, no other lines could be crossed after this. Duty came first to the pack, family. But duty would never mend the pieces of him left to the broken leaves underneath his feet and the hands stained in necessity, along with something completely unique to the rise of a newborn beast.