Welcome! I present to you a quadrilogy of one-shots, known collectively as [H][A][L][F]. With writing procrastination creeping in while at uni, I started writing these as poems and decided to stick with it. They're a bit of an experiment, so sorry if they're short and/or terrible. Hopefully they'll build up, and give you a peek into this world with one golden rule.
>> Half-Hearted
The clouds engulf me as I fly between them, divisions are gone
between me and the air. I breathe it, live it, soar through it in haste
as the mountains beneath me point into the sky. Sierra of
silver by sight and by name, once sheltered the outcast from the wrath
of below. I am this outcast; not one nor the other but a
nothing between. Are my blue feathers russet? Or my straight tail
split? The sky passes no judgements on its kindred and companions.
Fire, heat, blazing air, shoots past with fervour and anger and might.
The searing gaze and biting words condemn this pariah for his
unwitting sin, the uncontrollable entrance into this world,
cursed world, cruel world. My pursuer’s breath blazes bright as the sun.
His master’s conviction; kill the half-cast. So many have drowned in
the hatred harboured by the ignorant and confused. I will not.
I will not be dragged down from my sky, place of eternal beauty.
Flurry of tight branches deliver escape, Charizard and its
oppressor retreat in shame. A tear falls to the ground to rejoin
the lost. Never forget the fearless protectors of their life blood,
who defended life when justice failed. Proud mother Swellow, fallen.
Father part Taillow part Pidgey, fallen. Sacrifice etched into
the Earth for eternity, screaming for redemptive blood with the
thirst of an ocean. Loneliness consumes the outcast, half-hearted.
It's all or nothing.
>> Half-Hearted
The clouds engulf me as I fly between them, divisions are gone
between me and the air. I breathe it, live it, soar through it in haste
as the mountains beneath me point into the sky. Sierra of
silver by sight and by name, once sheltered the outcast from the wrath
of below. I am this outcast; not one nor the other but a
nothing between. Are my blue feathers russet? Or my straight tail
split? The sky passes no judgements on its kindred and companions.
Fire, heat, blazing air, shoots past with fervour and anger and might.
The searing gaze and biting words condemn this pariah for his
unwitting sin, the uncontrollable entrance into this world,
cursed world, cruel world. My pursuer’s breath blazes bright as the sun.
His master’s conviction; kill the half-cast. So many have drowned in
the hatred harboured by the ignorant and confused. I will not.
I will not be dragged down from my sky, place of eternal beauty.
Flurry of tight branches deliver escape, Charizard and its
oppressor retreat in shame. A tear falls to the ground to rejoin
the lost. Never forget the fearless protectors of their life blood,
who defended life when justice failed. Proud mother Swellow, fallen.
Father part Taillow part Pidgey, fallen. Sacrifice etched into
the Earth for eternity, screaming for redemptive blood with the
thirst of an ocean. Loneliness consumes the outcast, half-hearted.