The Dream Is Shattered - An Epitaph to Isandra

[ceyella]

The Dream Is Shattered

...Where the darkness fill the air...

Saccharine pulls off the tiny little top hat she wears. While this hat isn't magical, it does have power. The power of words, symbolism. This life is over, and another title must be borne. People were warned...dire consequences..they thought it was a joke, she was a joke. She must stop being The Lucid of Saccharine dreams, looking to peace and happiness. A carefree trickster, revealing...not taking anything seriously.. She refuses to leave Isandra's side, eventually they remove her. Force her to go.

...Where it's icy cold...

The door shuts, so does everything that makes Saccharine, Saccharine. She had one thing, and now it's been taken from her.  A single light, a single friend. and they've made that end. A single thing to escape the misery, and now it's all in disarray. Her whole life has been taken, and she is nothing once again.

...Where nobody has a name...

The pain is overwhelming her mind with despair. It's consuming her and she is unraveling. Terrified of being alone, there is no one else who understands her so well. Powerless to do anything, she drowns in guilt. She flees the city, in a daze, No direction, they were together, now theirs nothing..

Where living is not a game

Where she goes, she can only offer, what she has now become. The silver radiance at the edge of darkness. A shimmering light, trying to get out, escape into the world. The brightness around the edge of darkness; Halation. Clinging in tatters to her goddess, Eilistraee, perhaps the one thing keeping her from slipping into madness & complete Insanity.

There, I'll hide my broken heart

Somewhere in the cormanthor, between Arabel and Evereksa, a simple half-fey woman, who feels nothingness clinging to her soul once more, undresses and dances beneath the moon. Shedding long tears as she shares her misery with Eilistraee...Her heart throbbing as she reaches for the one thing...she believe..

There, no one can see me cry

The completeness the loss has rendered upon her spirit and very nature. words escaping her lips, she sings a final sorrowful song. Lending it the full weight of her power, no longer stifling her voice, it is enthralling magically and vocally.

The tears of my lonely soul

Her song echoes with he cries of agonizing despair. Her spirit, her soul, laid bare for her goddess. The grove of willows, maples, and oaks, turning ashen by autumn framing her Dance. The pale ashen Moon, bright and full above her. Moonlight shining, framing her movements. Reflecting off her heavy tears. She dances with the wild passion of a burning sun....Her voice rising..

...I'll find peace of mind, In the dark and cold world of midnight...

"Beneath the great light, Helpless despair is choking my throat
I'm yawning over and over.. where is my heart shouting to?

I Was just talking to Isandra, laying in her arms, sharing her embrace..
the crime's heartlessness... the sparkling star is falling down..

This instant.. this instant... you will play and play
to eternity.. to eternity.. you will dance and dance

The Echoes are not changing... i wonder will anyone care?
i wonder if they will notice, Saccharine is not here...

So it's goodnight, Fleeing hurriedly, a cold darkness descends...
but for some reason... i am viewing the sparkling dream

Lively.. lively... like how you love
with love.. with love... until the tips of my claws...

In the middle of agony,  I cry like a wanton dreamer
i wonder where my beloved goddess is in the silent sadness..

Every word still lingers in my mind still lights the way to go..
if i wait for the inside of your eyes, the sparkling star has fallen

This instant.. this instant... you will play and play
to eternity.. to eternity.. you will dance and dance

Lively.. lively... like how you love
with love.. with love... until the tip of the claws

I will go on... I will go on... I will go on..."

Her song echoes with he cries of agonizing despair. The Isolated woman burns her feet raw and bloody on the brambles beneath her. Existing, unfeeling devestation. She is on the edge of hell. What keeps her from tumbling below?

Why do you resist? The thought must have crossed your mind at some point. The thought that you delved too deep. The thought that this would be a one-way trip. So instead of fighting the inevitable, why not embrace it? There is beauty in this darkness that can be harnessed and used to usher something new.

Her song, her dance, Her love for Marielle...her honor for Daetria... Her promises to Isandra before she left...It is easy to have something to die for, to throw your life away to end the consuming darkness. But much Harder to live. She promised,  she swore, she would go on, for Her...Not be consumed, not fall to vengeance..

You only need a torment, in which you are undressed down to your heart, a bright crimson rose, burning in fire, twisting and shaking, a broken charcoal. Grasp it, hold it, become it you are nothing, nothing, nothing...

Falling to her knees, exhausted, The Liminality of Halation, sleep claws at her mind, untethered. Will her prayer be answered? Does the Goddess hear, her overwhelming grief? Will Isandra...ever...be there again.. Anything Eilistraee, anything... I'll give to wake her up... to make her whole.. apart of myself, something.. Saccharine opens herself to her goddess, offering all that she is and has, to take it for Isandra.

Her last thoughts on those things, that might, just might, keep her sane. That might help heal Isandra, Shaken to her very core by what happened to Isandra and whimpering utterly devastated... She sobs and cries begging, as she lays curled up in the dirt, mindless of the plants cutting her skin. She sobs unable to move any longer, begging, pleading, desperately. Hugging herself, alone. She gives in to the void of nothingness...