Darkness and Light

Sorrow

If ever the embodiment of darkness could be captured, the violin would have done so or perhaps she had already for her hull was the darkest of night.  She beckoned the darkness to join her, beckoned death to seek her out and caress her frame.  She rejected all light that swam over her blackened body and yet she drew the light to her.  But there was more to her than the reek of dusk.

Anger

Death and life she called, but blood she desired.  Streams of glistening red dripped down her neck and tainted the never-ending blackness that drank in the light.  But perhaps it was not blood she desired for even now her song cried in pain.  But there was more to her than the pain that ripped down her casing.

Calm

Just as the ocean waves crash against the hull of a ship upon her waters, so too did they crash upon the violin for as light draped over her it gave birth to the shimmering sea that adorned her back.  Deep blue flowed to light blue green and drifted into the bright blue and white of sea foam.  Even as she sat still, the waves drenched her back.  But even then there was still more to her than the storm that breeched her hull.

Storm

As the redness dripped down her neck it flowed through the sea, stained the never-ending storm.  And yet the sea drank her in.  It welcomed her and wrapped its waves around her like a blanket.  It kept her warm and safe, crashing over her body to envelope her entire being.  She became the sea and the sea became her life-blood.  But there was more to her than the bond of her mistress.

Agony

Her strings were made of the purest silver spun into delight strands to adorn her body.  And yet the threads were not silver for they were stained in the blood of her player.  Fresh droplets soaked into the silver giving way to her most recent endeavor.  But there was more to her than her hungry threads of spun silver.

Life

Her song was that of a siren’s call stretching and reaching far across the waters.  She called to the lost ones.  She sang her desires and her promises of life or peace.  But her song was not one of death though it sang of the deaths of the lost ones.  She called to them, to those lost souls and she wrapped her song around them offering peace or life renewed.  The choice was always in the hands of the lost.  But there was more to her than the siren song that sought lost souls.

Sacrifice

As with all things, her song came with a price for she could not give life without taking life.  The balance must be maintained.  She would not take the life of her player for who would then play her and help her bring the lost souls home?  No, she would not slay her love, her dear companion of life and of death.  But a price was sought and that price was pain.  As she breathed life into the lost souls, she took their death and gave it to her player.  Whoever played her would feel the pain of death for every soul that gained life and every soul that sought peace.  But there was more to her than the price of her song.

Grief

Her melody was not one of happiness.  No, her melody was that sorrow hidden deep within the heart.  She sought it out, tugged at it and pulled it to the surface.  Sorrow she sought.  Grief she drank.  But there was more to her than her desire to heal the grief that lies hidden within the depths of the heart.

Death

There was another.  But her twin did not sing with her for he lay in two shattered pieces.  If ever the embodiment of light could be captured, he would have done so for his hull had once been the purest of white.  But he did not sing.  He lay in two pieces.  His strings of spun silver lay frayed and broken.  And the sea that once stormed over his hull now lay dormant in a never-ending peace.  But there was more to him than his fragmented body.

Despair

His melody could not be spoken of for he had not spoken in centuries.  He desired to sing, but how could he when his body was so broken?  As if his fragmented body were not enough to weight down his heart, he, like the lost souls, lay lost and ship wrecked at the bottom of the ocean.  No, he would not sing again though his strings tried desperately to cry out.

Hope

One day she would find him.