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The Light of the Dark God's Moon
Apr. 23rd, 2007 05:28 pmPrenote: The following is prose/poetry fanfiction based on Harry Potter, which belongs to JKR, Warner, and others. It's post-HBP, rough, and Snarry. Fancy punctuation away!
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And then they kiss, under the light of the Dark God's moon, their stained hands making entreaties as they roam over marred skin. Their sullied feet pressed against a sullied orb, their steps rushed and in pain as they run.
And oh, they run. Apart, together, they run. Like fallen men and little boys that have lost their gleaming way too soon. Always too soon.
And the Saviour's Fire burns blue-white, burning his own unforgiving mark on the spider's skin. But it is too hot, too fresh. Too young and destined to burn out too quickly. The dark passages of the mind pull the heat in. The blue fire burns away.
And the framents of souls, scattered by madmen, flicker out of reach in the receeding light. Who but children may take them? Why but children may?
And there, in the green shadows, lies the Light God, the judgement maker. Away with fire he is gone, bearing with him his standard and his staff. And now the world burns red with vengence flame. Blue with unforgiving Saviour's Fire. Black.
The War's Blood Moon is set high, by their hands. And the fallen man must fight. And the little boy too.
And the saviour shall burn.
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Postnote: What was I thinking? The line: 'The Light of the Dark God's Moon'. That begat everything here. The Snarry is just extra cream. Special mention goes to snapesforte. I was listening to an interview with her on Snapecast, and she was talking about her 'Snape=spider' theory. Guess you can read up on that at her site: [Link]
And then they kiss, under the light of the Dark God's moon, their stained hands making entreaties as they roam over marred skin. Their sullied feet pressed against a sullied orb, their steps rushed and in pain as they run.
And oh, they run. Apart, together, they run. Like fallen men and little boys that have lost their gleaming way too soon. Always too soon.
And the Saviour's Fire burns blue-white, burning his own unforgiving mark on the spider's skin. But it is too hot, too fresh. Too young and destined to burn out too quickly. The dark passages of the mind pull the heat in. The blue fire burns away.
And the framents of souls, scattered by madmen, flicker out of reach in the receeding light. Who but children may take them? Why but children may?
And there, in the green shadows, lies the Light God, the judgement maker. Away with fire he is gone, bearing with him his standard and his staff. And now the world burns red with vengence flame. Blue with unforgiving Saviour's Fire. Black.
The War's Blood Moon is set high, by their hands. And the fallen man must fight. And the little boy too.
And the saviour shall burn.
Postnote: What was I thinking? The line: 'The Light of the Dark God's Moon'. That begat everything here. The Snarry is just extra cream. Special mention goes to snapesforte. I was listening to an interview with her on Snapecast, and she was talking about her 'Snape=spider' theory. Guess you can read up on that at her site: [Link]
