Fading Suns fic for my TT game #4 - Tales of the Questing Knights: Felicia Alecto

[annwfyn]

A poem



The End

In the liminal

Amidst the empty blue

Vortex of line and distance.

 

I am threading a needle

Split-eyed

Through the breath I cannot catch

 

Hold tight then
Tight enough

Hooks bite.

 

Zeb’s lioness,

How we have grown,

From that jumble of knees and elbows.

 

Dawn

Light, I unpeel

Dead hopes, scarred across skin.

 

Now the final march

Begins

I’m coming home, sister.

 

I sew

The vicious groove

Into the spindrift scream

 

Bloody thick mouthfuls

   Something

Cuts me loose –

 

And now I

Gold to stone, steel to sky.
Last of my kind.

 

Alecto’s pride

Alight
I am the arrow

Into the red I fly

   Certain

Crucible of the morning.

 

And I rise.