This page is, well, anything that has been floating around in my head for a while. Stuff from books, songs, poems, random dialogue bits, and who knows what. Sorry for any innacuracies, I accidentaly deleted some stuff and had to redo it from memory, and some of the stuff wasn't written as one piece but with bits of story at random intervals AND some of it has bits missing. What a nightmare. Still, I hope you like it!
Sixteen Moons
From Beautiful Creatures
"Sixteen moons, sixteen years
Sixteen of your deepest fears
Sixteen times you dreamed my tears
Falling, falling through the years . . .
Sixteen moons, sixteen years
Sound of thunder in your ears
Sixteen miles before she nears
Sixteen seeks what sixteen fears . . .
Sixteen moons, sixteen years,
Sixteen times you dreamed my fears,
Sixteen will try to Bind the spheres,
Sixteen screams but just one hears . . .
Sixteen moons, sixteen years,
The Claiming Moon, the hour nears,
In these pages Darkness clears,
Powers Bind what fire sears . . .
Sixteenth Moon, Sixteenth Year,
Now has come the day you fear,
Claim, or be Claimed,
Shed blood, shed tear,
Moon or Sun--destroy, revere."
My sun-self, my tree-self, my deer-self. Don't they outweigh the dark self?
Not any more.
-- Rae Seddon, Main character of Sunshine.
Hawksong
From Hawksong
I wish to you sunshine, my dear one,
my dear one. And treetops for you to soar
past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my
child. I pray you don't grow up too fast.
Never know pain, my dear one, my
dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow.
Never know war, my child, my child.
Remember your hope for tomorrow.
My prayer is simple, my dear one, my dear one.
May you never need understand. My prayer is for
peacetime, my child, my child.
Live it well, and this life can be grand.
Exerpt, The Book Of Night With Moon
From So You Want to Be a Wizard
I am the wind that troubles the water,
I am the water, and the waves;
I am the shore where the waves break in rainbows;
I am the sunlight that shines in the spray
I am the trees that drink the light;
I am the air of the green things' breathing;
I am the stone that the trees break asunder;
I am the molten heart of the world
Where will you go?
To what place will you wander?
In vale or on hilltop, still I am there.
Will you sound the sea's depth, or
climb the mountain?
In air or in water, still I am there;
Will the earth cover you? Will the
night hide you?
In deep or in darkness, still I am
there;
Will you kindle the nova, or kill the
starlight?
In fire or in deathcold, still I am there.
Shattered Mirror
From Shattered Mirror
Cold as winter, strong as stone;
She faced the darkness all alone.
A silver goddess; a reflection.
A mirage; a recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone, the future, black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow.
The moon is risen; she stands below.
She views her world through the eyes of others.
Black and white; there are no colors,
As she looks down upon a shattered youth,
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
"I painted Los Angeles. As soon as I'd gone away I remembered the watermelon sunsets, the fruits that seemed to fall from the sky, the neon flowers and petals of neon, the secret stone staircases and jungle gardens. In my mind the city was glowing. It was fanning its lights like a peacock. It was a tattooed diva singing torchy songs and dancing in the burnished gusts of Santa Ana winds. Its sheer dresses were catching fire and its hair was a flood and its hips were causing earthquakes but how beautiful she was.
It was a city of vampires and devils but named for angels and I had met one there."
--Echo, by Franchesca Lia Block
I always feel like I'm torn in two
there's the part that likes me
and the part that likes you...
Do I have to choose
between being loved
and being free
or in the in-between of you and me
is there a space for both to be...
It's not ok
It's not ok and it won't be ok
and if there must by goodbyes
there still shouldn't be lies
but I'll hold you for now anyway...
--Diana, as Venus from So This is How it Ends
The Song of the Twelve
As sung in the Hudson Canyon Intervention
From Deep Magic
"Blood in the water I sing,
and one who shed it:
deadliest hunger I sing,
and one who fed it--
weaving the ancient-most tale
of the Sea's sending:
singing the tragedy,
singing the joy unending.
This is our shame--
this is the whole Ocean's glory:
this is the Song of the Twelve.
Hark to the story!
Hearken, and bring it to pass:
swift, lest the sorrow
long ago laid to rest
devour us tomorrow!"
......
"--Nay, slowly, Sounder. Slow is the wise
whale's song,
And wise as slow; for he who hastens errs,
who errs learns grief. And not the Master Shark
has teeth as fierce: grief eats its prey alive,
and pain grows greater as the grief devours
not less. So let this Stranger sing his peace:
what he desires of us; there's Sea enough and
time
to hear him, though he sing the darkened
Moon
to full and back again. Aye, let him speak...."
"With Pow'rs and Dominations need I speak,
the ancient Lords who hold the Sea in sway.
I pray thee, Lords of the Humors, hear me
now,
last, least and poorest of the new-made whales,
new-loos'd from out the Sea's great silent
Heart.
No Lord have I; therefore to ye I come,
beseeching low thy counsel. and thy rule
for one that's homeless, lawless, mateless,
lost...."
"Who art thou, then, that speak'st?"
.....
"Your Mastery is hollow,
--cold song, strict-ruled by law. From such
bland rule
come no great musics. Singer, follow me,
accept my Gift and what it brings, and song
shall truly have no Master save for you.
My gift will teach you lyric that will break
the heart that hears it; every seaborne voice
will curse your newfound art, and wish that art
it's own. take up the Gift, O foremost
Singer...."
.....
"Stranger, no more-- give me no gift.
Power am I, fear in the water
as my foes flee. I need no boon.
In the Below all bow before me.
Speak not to me. Speak not of gifts."
"And do you then desire no gift of mine--
you who have lost so much? Ah, no: you have
strength of your own indeed--great strength
of fluke, of fin; fear goes before your face.
But sorrow follows after. What use strength
when slaughtered children rot beneath the
waves,
when the sweet mouth that you gave suck is
gone,
rent to red tatters by the flensing knives;
and when the second heart that beat by yours
lies ground for dogs' meat in a whaler's hull?
Gray One, accept my Gift and learn of
strength--
--learn power! Learn how wizardry may turn
to serve your purpose, sinking the whalers
deep,
taking the brute invaders' lives to pay
for that small life that swims the Sea no more;
take up my Gift--"
"There is--there is another life,
Saved--she saved--"
"--what matter? As if brutes who fear the Sea
are capable of thought, much less of love!
Even a shark by accident may save
a life--then turn and tear the newly saved!
Take up my Gift and take a life for life,
as it was done of old--"
"Life,"
.....
"--strength is no use. Give over the vain strife
that saves no one, keeps no old friend alive,
condemns the dear to death. Take but my Gift
and know long years that end not, slow-burnt
days
under the Sun and the Moon; not for yourself
alone, btu for the other--"
.....
"Sea, hear me now,
and take my words and make them ever law--"
"must I accept the barren Gift?
--learn Death and lose my Mastery?
Then let them know whose blood and breath
will take the Gift and set them free!--
Not old enough to love as yet,
but old enough to die, indeed--
the death-fear bites my throat and heart,'
fanged cousin to the Pale One's breed--
But past the fear lies life for them,
--perhaps for me; and, past my dread,
past loss of Mastery and life,
the Sea shall yet give up Her dead!"
"Lone Power, I accept your Gift!
But take my Gift of equal worth:
I take Death with me, out of time,
and make of it a path, a birth!
Let the teeth come! As they tear me,
they tear your ancient hate for aye--
so rage, proud Power! Fail again,
and see my blood teach Death to die!"
