Memoir of madness

Eira... It is a horrible nightmare… Surely.  As though dead, the small foal with the bruised soul and battered mind, lies motionless amid a sea of mischievous mist - for a very long time. Webbed still with new tears and old, thick black lashes are fused tightly together, shielding the pained pools within from any further trauma; vision of death - of that cold,  creeping, lethal darkness - linger on in her thoughts though, vivid and relentless, harrowing every feeble breath inhaled.  There is no escape.  Their beloved beach is gone. Ma and Pa, they are gone too. Blunt incisors which had clung so desperately to the growing quills of her brother’s young wing, hang slack upon burning hinges, jaws still flinching, quaking as the last heat of their mighty effort dwindles away at last, into nothing.  Indra is gone too… There is darkness in her heart, grim depression disfiguring a tiny face, far too young. The whispering weight of a new, sickening silence clings to her trembling skin, like salty sea air; but their is nothing fond or familiar about its cold, cluttered hue. It is awash with fear, the same flavour which had drowned her innocent lungs before the fall; it had followed her, and now she beds beneath its foul cover, frozen and forsaken. The babe begins to cry.  Quietly at first, hot, briny tears that roll pitifully down her soggy, chilled cheeks; but soon violent sobs wrack her stillness and wretched sounds leak into the strange neon underworld. What else was she to do? Her hollow tummy feels ill (it groans and twists revoltingly), and there is pain, ringing, jarring, blistering her mind; the frail frame which is still young and otherwise pure, is coloured by those final moments spent slumped in the bog.  But nothing seems to hurt as awfully as the sting of loneliness beneath her pounding breast.  SWP Participant Magic: (safe) :: [ Magic: Water x Spark | Able to summon thunder-snow storms.]  :: [ Restrictions | 5m radius ] Enchanted items: - Rift-god / Kaos items: - Amulets : 2 1x Moon 1x Kaos Companion/s :  - Species change (if applicable) :  - Requests: ;D fun things are fun "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter."

- Pablo Neruda, Winter Garden