Alright, let's give this thing a shot. ITC here. I'm not much on literature. Books, I mean. I don't read all that much. I think the last thing I seriously read for fun was a Redwall book.
Oh man, I just lost so much respect right there.
But for better or worse, I'm still writing, and I've been surprised to find a new reason to read at indyfluency. I'm gonna go over one of my favorite authors today! Golden Orchids is a guy of great skill, particularly when it comes to putting the most serene and beautiful scenes in your head. He has such a way of painting these jewels behind your eyes that, well, I can't help but wanna steal them for my own. He claims that my writing reminds him of his, but I think he could easily trump me in many respects.
The following piece, To The Most High, is just part one to a wonderful trip of a series entitled Albion. This is also the piece that turned me onto him. I have yet to be disappointed.
Dawn light bathes the altar in its warm golden glow.
A man sits on the organ stool to the left, his hands resting lightly on the worn ivory keys.
"I can feel you, you know" His voice is gravely and cracked with age,
"I can see your shadow on the sun"
He presses the organ keys down gently.
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In the wild and overgrown cemetary outside, millions of sparkling, silvery butterflys fill the air.
Their wings and bodies made of clear glass.
Catching and refracting the sunlight into a thousand glittering rainbows, their tiny forms flutter and swarm up and around the ancient church belltower.
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The gnarled hands dance slowly across the worn old patina of the keys
And his voice rises steadily with the Butterflys outside
Sound washes from the organ pipes in a calm blue wave
For a moment the organ and its pilot are rushing through a crystal sky
Over and under sapphire seas
Through the fluttering rainbow swarm of the butterflys
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An eye opens in the fires of the sun high above the bell tower
A giant pupil, bigger than worlds, shifts to focus on the tiny organ and it's occupant
Wind howls and the organ is silenced
"You have such a beautiful dream."
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