Crackfic war with lxlamyblacklxl round 3
Prompt: involve a mirror, a rose, and possibly a parallel universe. and of course, who could go wrong with coyotes???
Throughout history no flower has been so loved, or renowned as the rose. The rose is older than the human hands that first cared for it, drew pictures of it, and celebrated the rose in music and lore. How fitting it is then that one so beautiful as I should bear that name, but of course those supple blooms pale in softness to my skin. The sweet sun that nurtures them dares not shine upon my golden locks. For all the beauty in the world I am untouchable. My sapphire eyes shame the jewels that dangle from my neck, and the sky hides behind the clouds in my presence for fear it will be compared to me and found inadequate.
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
“Come then harbinger of doom, lead me to thy lord’s black gate. You who lead the accursed souls to their demise, I do not fear death for it will not dare touch one so lovely as I.”
His russet fur rippled as he turned, black lips parting to reveal pointed teeth “Nay lady I dare not stay in your radiance for fear one so dark as I shall fade. I will return to the wasteland from which I come.”
“Very well I will light the way myself.”
That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.
I traveled through the dark corridors without fear for what darkness would dare touch me? I who shine with a thousand times the radiance to the sun which guards all life? Suddenly the corridor ended and in front of me what a mirror that swayed back and forth like the sea. All it reflected was distorted shifting like the tides, and for the first time in my life I felt fear.
“What is this but a cheap mockery of mine beauty? I have naught to fear.”
With this I passed through the wavering portal, it’s touch cool upon my skin like ice.
'Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.
In a wasteland where beauty is but a rumor and happiness an unattainable fantasy a lone rose bloomed. It’s fair radiance a mockery to the death it was surrounded by. A coyote stopped to smell it and chuckled then returned to wandering the one home he’d ever known.
Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.
A/N: You have infected me with the seriousness! >_< I don't even think the qualifies as crack! Next prompt... the slip 'n slide we call life.