| A Toast to a Brave New World |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|01:52 pm] |
Title: A Toast to a Brave New World
Rating: G
Ships: None
Genre: AU
Warnings: None
Frond stares into the bronzed mirror of his own eyes, for days. The rule of Above is behind him.
“This is your world:
Hills,
Dark
Pure.
Young sprites,
Silhouetted.
A silver-blue moon.”
The mirror shows excavated rock, where starving gnomes squat in suffering rows. They wait for the Underground to be built.
“This is my world:
Magic
dancing,
Sparkling.
Dulcet tones
sliding over waltzing slippers.”
Their reflections lost to him, those in the mirror mesmer friends, lovers, children with honeyed memories, ever new.
“This is the world:
The Court dances
Day breaks.”
Work stops.
Three million corpses dream in unison. |
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