Arien the Beautiful
By S.C. Lorigan [Author Info]
Beware the sun for it is pain.
It burns us and scars us,
Reminds us of our shame
Beware the sun for it is pain.
I walked out of the shadows
And I stood beneath the stars.
They were in the morning fading,
Making way for her ascent.
I wanted no more spider webs upon me.
I wanted no more hate and lies.
And if her fire killed me
And least I would be free.
Music came to my ears,
As my eyes began to water.
I could hear the birds blessing the morning
In the dawn of this majestic flower.
Her light moved slowly upon me,
My flesh in agony at her touch
Yet even as she seared me,
Her light was warmth and love.
I stood there in near blindness
Yet I could truely see,
Every beautiful colour, that the Arien allowed to be.
And it was the meaning of rebirth.
In this moment I remembered,
From eons long ago,
That once we lived beneath this mother
Before we killed and fled below.
And now that I stood before her.
She did not kill her son.
But washed away the dark things
And gave me absolution.
Arien is the only true flower
And if you can see her only once,
You are a fool not to brave it.
But then again we are the drow.
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