The Mournful Euphony by Sins of thy beloved 1
As thou await for the embrace of the poudrins
thou hear the roaring of a stormy wind
thou feel a gelid shiver deep within
as thou wonder what will this winter bring2
The spectress of winter are rising
under the pale north star
mist benights the horizon
cold and arcane it appears3
Hearken thy mournful euphony
when wintry tempest so furious sweep
sounds so majestic, a symphony
so enchanting a deep sonorous grief4
Carry me o'mighty winter
to my desolate realm
where i shall narrate my tale of woe
my creed my unseemliness
the northern light above the murky skies
enchaning me it's so divine
as the winter nights slowly enlarges
snow conceals it's winther'd leaves5
I'm thy winter fire
embrace thee with desire
always sorrounding thee
and enswathing thee6
Yet it shall bloom
the mid'winter storm
that compels
the landscape to deform
embellishing in
the enchanting twilight
as the master of winter
evinces his might7
Carry me o'mighty winter
to my desolate realm
where i shall narrate my tale of woe
my creed my unseemliness8
The poudrins embrace my cold realm
so arcane but yet so gracious
it emerged in solemn splendour
so alluring and beyond divine
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Chapter I: Harvest of Deceit 9
Because I could not stop for death, 10
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just our selves11
and immortality
~Emily dickenson
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The music sent shivers down my spine and the air around me got colder; my skin reacted as if cold dead hands embraced my soul and ripped it from me, piece by piece. I, inwardly shivered, and squeezed my eyes shut as my vision became momentarily blurry. Perhaps an early prophetic warning, that I knew not of at the time. I, Despite this feeling of cold, felt like I, was burning up from within, and went to remove my outer jacket. As I sat back down, I looked around once again, realizing that the room tended to cast ominous shadows that scraped at every crevice of the room; like hands of demons reaching out towards a unlucky soul. The First appearance of the shadows were normal, but due to the extinguishing lighting now took over a look of pure madness. Audric, seemed not to realize this as he gave himself to the music, and continued to play. Each note that rang out now played faster and faster, building and building. The air seemed cold and stale, like a old crypt, and my steady beating heart faltered by this predicament. I gasped for air, struggled for it! Clean fresh air, and as I did the warm air began to withdraw from my body, from every where and only cold air, seemed to replaced it. The tempature of the room, was now allowing my breath to visibly project in its normally invisible place, even though the room had heat of a fire. I was going to put my cape and jacket on now, and as I rose my legs went numb, frozen in its place. I did not realize it before, but my pants showed outward signs of what was happening internally, as did incidently, parts of the room. So, my clothes started to accumulate little bits of frost, and ice patches grew, they were slowly becoming an imposing threat. I tried to bend my legs back and forth only to receive a rather frightful idea, I no longer felt my legs. My English dignity forbade me to interupt, and truly find out what the problem was. Thus, the next stage of this thing took place.15
I knew now, I could no longer move. My legs were like ice, unable to bend, only break at the smallest amount of pressure. I was now lethargic, and my energy had already died away in a matter of a few minutes. My stiff neck turned, and I saw sitting next to me no longer my wife, whom I have been married to for a few short years but a corpse. Whose mouth stretched back unto her frozen face, her teeth over took her lips, imprinting the once rose color feature into a toothy shriveled smile. The eyes, her eyes, were sunk in and frosted over. Blood has draped down from one of her baby blues eyes, and became frozen in place. It Crystallized forever, like my wife’s features, body and clothes. The air continued to drop into less breathable air, and finally the shrinking fire went out. Without the heat of any fire, the room before my eyes became still as frost, and crystals crept up on to anything. Though it barely mattered at this point in time. In the end, my breathing slowed, and My heart became weary as knew I was to die here. With pain, with acceptance, and with the last of my energy, I closed my hands around that of my wife's and breathed no more. 16
Two candles that were once lit went out with the dying breath of that man, and the world got just a bit colder. Audric stopped with his siren’s song, and a look of satisfaction crossed his face in a fleeting moment of pure insanity. He looked at the bodies, and proceeded to put the violin in its case and strolled over to the deceased resident's gramophone. Frost built upon the object like every thing else within the room. Audric grabbed the handle, and cranked the frozen machine, a multiple of times. A sound from the horn, played the song hand in hand, again. It's irony was not lost to Audric as those hands of the dead husband and wife managed to be laced with each other. He turned, and faced the large heavily frosted windows where the chairs, and the dead where seated. He strolled, over the lightly iced carpets that gave little protest, and went over the bodies. The man was draped over the chair his mouth hung open like a blue fish brought out of water. His lips, where black as was his tongue and fingers, and his skin held a tint that was a mix of grayish white and blue. His eyes, the most horrible feature of all, was rolled back and stuck in an expresstion of shock across his face. Frost formed upon his eyebrows, and crystallized his eyes. The man’s hair transformed from reddish brown to a pale white, and Frost clung to his hair as if it self was alive. The elasticity was gone from his frozen face, no longer was it able to bend to form the common emotions brought on by tragedy and comedy. Audric's face was no longer had a sickly pale tint, his healthy coloring bounced off the yellow tinted light from the fireplace, and the shadows caressed his face lightly daintily until Audric smiled. A smile carved up his mouth; a smile not just of happiness but of madness as well. His eyes seem to register that fact just as much as his smile had.
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He went over to the man sprawled over his chair and bent over the still body. The man in addition from suffering from severe frostbite, also managed to accumulate icicles that held on his mustache, despite the fact the room was warm a few minutes before. Then, with no more then a bat of an eyelid, Audric using his right hand grabbed hold of the candlestick that was on the table next to the chair, and smashed it alongside the man’s frozen face, and he relished in the moment of pure unmaking. Audric then, went over to the female, she in life was stunning example of what was, and can never be. Audric bent down close to her corpse and and sniffed the lightly purfumed air around the frozrn statue. "Don't look at me that way, it needed to be done." Acting like the corpse really said any thing at all within her altered state. He bent down close and lightly touched her face with the brush of his fingers, withered and frigid as it was she was now a perfect person; A person that decay could never finger and touch. Though, lightly stroking the Woman’s frigid face on the cheek, was enough to cause the lady’s fragile and frosted form to collapse unto its self. Her insides the equivalent of permafrost, her entire body shattered and broke on contact. What replaced her was a pile of broken bits of crystal. Once upon a time, a whole person was there, all that remained now, was dust, and a frozen finger attached to the wedding ring that settled upon Audric’s chair. 20
To be continued...21
Honorable mention
Bronze trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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