#//wheee gotta get back into the swing of things

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@sungecho | poet

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 - three of them, dripping venom ; almost ; thin & cruel & miasmic : a horrible melody. cruel & cold, oh, how cruel it was ; how cruel his fate! how cruel the fate of his lover !! cruel the vultures who feasted on the corpses of all the broken - even the gods themselves, crumble at the talons that pick them apart.

oh , and orpheus is no different . in truth ; he is just the same as all of the others, all of the other weeping souls - oh , they sure can hear the songbird weep herself ; and the walls ! they can hear the walls, the chorus of rocks & stones & bowed heads all reaching out in pain and in suffering .the gods weep ; the stones weep ; and orpheus weeps. the fates, though. the fates don’t weep. in fact , their voices snicker with the irony of it all , at the irony, at the shining thread bending so close … they snicker into the poet’s ear with a chill.

his brow, so weary . his form shakes with even the slightest movement ; and they’re gentle with him , gentle wind that still shivers through him to his poor bones ; weak from the running , weak from the journey.

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 - it had , already , hadn’t it?

that sickly seed , laughing in the face of travesty like it’s sowers -

“ is that what you want …. to see her -“ “ and - to keep alive, after all this time?”

“ - ah , you poor thing. “

#//ah this isn’t the best i’ve done but it’s smthn!! #//wheee gotta get back into the swing of things #sungecho #who do you think you are?: the fates + orpheus #the wind; the terrible wind: the fates #v: back of your mind