Dead Symphonies- Malleus Malleficarum

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a Dead Symphonies piece

Submitted: December 10, 2009

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Dead Symphonies:
Malleus Malleficarum
 
“Here she comes,” Chiquita cried, “like a vision sliding through the door.” You heard her words and sensed something malignant waiting in the wings, watching. There’s a black cloud rising now to turn the day to night but in your world it is already dark… you never learned to fly like an angel, that’s one skill you lack. There’s much more than that to regret… why did they come with their cameras? She was graceful and silent, alive and alone. ‘Was’ is the key word. You heard the wraith in the stands muttering his darkness to the hall… he promised. “And I shall cut her wings this day, and force the angel to walk.” Stumbling up the trail, sightless and saddened, Chiquita spotted her and you could hear the sounds she made. She moved so slowly, and the silent cataclysms taken with her blind, groping progress had a sinister quality. Nobody knew the angel saw the world through her wings… laugh as you may, and laugh at the danger, but you learn so soon that the dove is not truly free. Flightless, she is sightless. Moving forward still, the air is warmer here… the weight of it sticks to your skin. Lift up quiet eyes and hood them so as not to offend the skies- the devils cannot cut your wings because you cannot fly. Push back the lesson and look back at the fallen one, laid down in the dust. You lay much further down. Someday you swear you will avenge her. Chiquita promises, “You will fly better for knowing how to walk.”


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