Taken last May, but I mentioned it and only just got a full copy.

Char has a large number of piercings. She's the only person whom I've seen on whom I think it actually looks good.

Silently he walked up to the edge
the old familiar razor walk
Calloused stride along the crest
watching the red-tinged sky beyond.

Bare feet walked a few more steps
and nothing more was seen
The air was still, the clifftop bare,
with echoes of a song upon the air.

...

Blood-flecked wings reach out anew
caressed by the cold wind
Sweep under the horizon's shade
far above the valley below.

A call then sounds, a song of mourning
resounding through the quieting night
The hilltop answers, knowing;
singing an old familiar song of joy.



These are two poems, in a sense; both are entitled The Calm. They go together, and preceed each other.

Refers to the first version, as well as another poem I wrote a long time ago. The meter, this time, is intentional reflection. The new part is somewhat more visual in imagery - more directly tied to the more literal reading of the old part - but I believe it works for its other readings as well.

This has been brewing for a while now, but thanks to Char & Rachel for its catalyzing.