ϱnoƨγʞƨ | skysong

you fascinated me 
          cloaked in shadows
          and secrecy
          
          the beauty of a fallen
          angel.
          
          -beth crowley

here's an (exclusive) excerpt from chapter one of our book "seeing through twisted glass"!
          
          "
          The kitchen clock ticks on as she turns the tap on as quietly as possible. She reaches for her glass and holds it underneath the faucet as the water trickles in. 
          As Nevada turns away and turns off the tap, her glass knocks against the bench, letting out a loud, sonorous noise as it collides with the marble. 
          She grits her teeth and winces, waiting for the clear sound to fade but it doesn’t. It rings on an on, echoing over and over again, and the moon’s light washes behind clouds, flooding the room in utter darkness. 
          It sounds like the ringing of bells.
          
          (The wind is whistling through the trees, the crickets are singing their death song.)
          
          Like a death knell.
          
          (There’s a raven circling outside. No, two. Three of them, just flying over her house.)
          
          It’s almost as if the sound is predicting her future.
          
          (One for sorrow, two for mirth...)
          
          Dead, dead, dead.
          
          (The old children’s rhyme echoes in her mind.)
          
          Dead.
          "

goddess
          /ˈɡɒdɪs/
          
          noun
          
          1. you know what it feels to be holy. deep vein aches for wounds the earth feels, lightning storms and hurricane pain walking hand in hand across a ground you helped design. the thousand voices that scream your name in both battle chant and song. their lives are not a game but you play anyway.
          
          2. you are sharp edged steel. a long fragment of a shattered mirror, the broken bone reflection of a cruel smile. all that you are is ripped edges and cracked glass but your heart still throbs with lioness blood.
          
          3. ichor drips from your fingertips, gold glistens on your lips. you took to power like Icarus took to the sky and you know your fall will be just as sweet.
          
          
          [Dictionary Poems (i) 'Goddess' // l.s.

out of all the lies you told me
          i think
          "i love you"
          was my favourite.

"things we should learn from the stars:
          1) you will burn. but this pyre of yours will light an entire galaxy. 
          is it destruction if it’s creation, too?
          2) collapse unto yourself. it doesn’t matter. yesterday is light years away and
          it’s cold can’t touch you now. tomorrow is when you shine.
          3) the explosion will shatter your bones and no one will hear a sound. it is alright, stars
          die quietly, too. but they get up every single time.
          4) like stars, burn brighter after you rise.
          5) (always rise)
          6) the universe is a dark and vast place but there’s always light. find it.
          if you can’t find it, be that light.
          7) make sure that the whole universe knows just how beautiful you are when you decide
          to survive."
          
          -lana rafaela

Dear Stranger, 
          
          Stumbled you have upon our humble story, and this bumbling fool is very glad you did. May this story give light, however faint, to your path, like the shine of distant stars. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
          
          Your guide, 
          ☔️greydaygirl☔️
          
          (By which I mean thanks for checking out my story! ❤️ )
          

Here is what they don't tell you:
          
          Icarus laughed as he fell.
          Threw his head back and
          yelled into the winds,
          arms spread wide,
          teeth bared to the world.
          
          (There is a bitter triumph
          in crashing when you should be
          soaring.)
          
          The wax scorched his skin,
          ran blazing trails down his back,
          his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
          Feathers floated like prayers
          past his fingers,
          close enough to snatch back.
          Death breathed burning kisses
          against his shoulders,
          where the wings joined the harness.
          The sun painted everything
          in shades of gold.
          
          (There is a certain beauty
          in setting the world on fire
          and watching from the centre
          of the flames.)
          
          -author unknown

"If you look into the eyes of
          a prophetess, you may witness
          a world burning
          and wild shadows dancing in fire,
          in mad mourning,
          in death.
          
          Look beneath the fear and see
          the frenzy: soundless screams,
          bodies ablaze,
          wine mingled with blood.
          Red on red in red.
          
          Look into those eyes,
          and you may then hear the hisses,
          the warnings. Or rather,
          the inevitable.
          And you may scream with her."
          
          - Sing to me, O Cassandra | (a.x)

Golden child
          Lion boy
          Tell me what it's like to conquer
          
          Fearless child
          Broken boy
          Tell me what it's like to burn
          
          - oh darling, even rome fell //p.s.