A Phoenix's Heart is Ashes

Vacating the flowing void we walked in homage to the ancient rights. Hand held in scared hand, joint in equal fortitude and vice. Along the roads of both knowledge and inebriation we took so to venture and sip on the cup of lifes juncture past those places, up a thousand steps to a plateau of ancient oak to sit at a table rotting from the fire of wyrms. Scrawled on the tiles of that place were the paper portraits of misremembered faces looking eye to eye or reaching out of still reality only to stay in motion; close but never grasping. Our spirits flowed together through tongue and body motion and rung like bells and crashing oceans. As they chimed and knelled a bittersweet symphony a legion of fogged shadows and ghostly mimics wandered behind and below us flanking our corner pocket. But those ghouls could not reach us as we were chained high above in each others caging words. Such rapture. Side by side our presence then in that room vanished to appear on a hill top overlooking the world and all its seas and cities and forests. Sapping winds wrapped around us there but they were ignored. In their stead and in your defence I enveloped you to heat your blood with mine but in half-masked truth my arms encroached upon your skin to embrace and sanctify this memory memento. While the brigadiers motioned their long boats in the distance to sail with speed as they finished their trek across the globe we watched, be that as it may by song or by silence. For a time you rested, closing your eyes. I did so with you and with every breath I drew you closer. Your smell was of sugar and fire tinted with a choking virulent smoke. It took the form of a flaming banshee in my mind covered in dragon flies and postured upon a pheonix. She had in her hand a heart, a heart of tyrian infernos burning with lust and dread. Suddenly, you stirred and nestled closer to my chest. I was thankful to be broken from that witches haunting gaze. Though her meaning I would not understand for some time yet to come... While the last staggering paddles pulled to dock you moved with speed, yet not hastily to purse your red lips on cracked ones. We com mixed for uncounted time, our hearts racing together. An almost unbelief overtook in the blinding pulse of it all. My eyes closed to bring peaceful black leaving only feeling. That rushing peace.The crushing uplift. To a sudden stop. That moment she pulled away. My body drew cold and empty as she took my will with her. My releasing, hollow breath echoed across the now silent valleys of our kingdom. With that sound that felt like the omega I fell back in the dark. Colapsing. A shudder ran through me to quake a silent gasp. And with that breath i returned to the light. When that eternity ended my want for her then was such that nothing else filled me though other things drew me. The winds returned but they did not chill any longer, their razors had fallen to the thorns. We climbed down and strolled by the sea line, through the cobbled streets, up the granite ways in to the populated hub with it's frozen iron ship atop a pedestal made of fountain springs. The howls and woops welcomed us and queried the transpiring past. But the truths were with held for a moment, i did suppose, though a snake may only lie for so long. As the days light faded and the blue turned black the pull tugged me to my hovel in the far hills. By the stone over way leaping across the canal by a field of lambs is were we parted. Again, we amalgamated with my arms like wings of seraphs. But such is life that it had to end. Our hands slipped 'til the fingers were all that were left, but they too released. So, we turned and parted to meet again under this familiar sky. I excelled with excitement speeding down the tunnels and caves unknowing of the pain that was so soon to come. And though the furious sun had set many hours ago and the stark moon shied away and crying stars turned their backs on this man and wolf and lamb that night was not so dark.