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The Gathering


She climbs the burning tower of wax,
The masses gather to observe her pure ignorance of danger,
Some jump into the fire, in honour of her sacrifice,

She sits alone on a stone, defeated and intoxicated by pain,
Her body is a sacrifice that is yet to die,

They spasm in glee as she tries again,
Soaked in wax, disorientated and confused,

She’s not quite dead yet, but only moving because instinct tells her to,
Inferior infectious waste, unworthy of her presence,

The last breaths of life forced to pass,
Her excruciating struggle, over at last.



this is jsut a little something i thought id drop in for my first post, please feel free to pm me, post comments on anything i post or just throw things at me.

i look forward to getting to know you all and hopefully i will be able to bounce ideas around the place.

peace
theravingderelict
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Guest Phoenix

Welcome to the Pen!

 

nice to see another Kiwi :) we're taking over! yay!

i'm a relative newbie myself, so i don't reply post much, but something about this grabbed me..

really strong images - i got the feeling of an ancient ceremony or rite.. may i ask what inspired this?

 

it's intriguing, i keep having to go back and read it again

 

*does*

 

ok this time i got an image of an insect trying to get out of a candle... don't know where the crowd comes in but i like this one :)

 

*hugs*

thanks for sharing

xx

'Nix

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firstly thankyou for you kind words, and you are so very close to guesing the actual meaning behind this piece, allow me to explain.

 

the events that inspired this event are really quite simple.

 

I was sitting on a beach with my girlfriend and a very good friend of mine, smoking flavoured tobacco that kinda gets you a little high, hard to explain, and for atmosphere we had a candle burning. Whilst the candle was burning a large mob of sand lice (imagine a large demented flea that doesnt suck blood but is equally repulsive) were litterally throwing themselves to the fire, but out of no where a wasp crawled over to the candle and began to climb it. Even though wax kept pouring over her she still persisted. Eventually she got to the top and crawled into the fire. She sprung from the flames, in flames herself and landed on a rock. But she still got back up and continued back to the candle (flames now out). She repeated the process several times, and everytime the lice got more and more frantic, untill they were surging and completley out of controll. eventually the wasp died and ended up falling to the bottom of the candle, where everntually she was buried by wax.

 

It was a beautiful, saddening and ultimatley inspiring experience, one that i still tresure today and feel it an honour to have witnessed.

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A Raven lands nearby and looks at the newcomer.....

 

"Love the imagery, and the explaination is one of those great examples of insiration when you least expect it."

 

"Great to see another kiwi too"

 

At this the raven edges closer and whispers, "go see the recruiter, you will find him Here

 

"look forward to reading more"

 

:raven:

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