Fragments: Ephemeral Pirouettes
The disruption fractures the dance.
My princess moves in ephemeral pirouettes on whispering circles, delicate forms of roller wheels materializing beneath her joy-infused, transient feet.
She swirls, she spins; her laughter is a complex interlacing within her joyful symphony, a dance free from the terrestrial chains that bind.
And I?
A silent sentinel enveloped in shadows.
“Ponder the fleeting,” murmurs my soul, “envelop yourself in her transient laughter’s symphony.”
The disruption fractures the dance.
My name, a stark resonance within the hushed chamber of sudden sorrow.
A mere fall, whispers contend.
My proximity reveals limb, a contorted landscape articulates a mute, poignant reality.
“Fragmented,” converging thoughts emit calming murmurings to her gaze, “it will rejuvenate, my luminance.”
Her eyes reflect silence interwoven with pain; the keening of sirens ensue, succor is on the horizon, the arena’s unseen seraph bestows consolation, her shattered wing held stationary.
I, the tranquil lighthouse amidst her storm.
The journey juxtaposition of newfound amusement and the pervasive pang.
“Alert her matriarch,” whispers the internal symphony, missives propelled through the unseen streams.
The sanctum of restoration validates; that the fractured melody needs harmonizing.
The essence of Morphine cloaks her in an amnesic embrace, but the wails pierce the still air, her delicate years a sharp silhouette against the backdrop of human vulnerability.
“Remain valiant,” whispered tendrils of strength interlinking silently.
The storm retreats, and the resolute spirit, encased in plastered armor, fortifies the diminutive warrior.
In this journey, the guardian and the heavenly dancerᅳemerge from the tempest clad in unbroken luminance.
The dance of protector and protection is riddled with mystifying reflections. Fragmented echoes span vast existence. It’s a layered waltz; a complex simplicity.
