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vaahi miss dae! ^___^ got something in me with reading SAGA POESI. i think im gonna read it more times. not finished yet. and im gonna dream! except, my dreams are more shallow now. i barely notice them. i think im gonna rest again with PLACEBO in the cheap and dirty laptop speakers :( (: anyway this is a autotranslate. couldnt bother. rest! and resting on my feathered sheet while having a normal sheet thingie as... sheet. feels so good. omg! ^________^
Paula Pihlgren
The Tale of Lucifer, Skogsrået and the girl who came to be known as Parsifalia
A maddened scream was heard across the universe. Everything stopped, even the suckiest black holes froze and backed away. Through galaxies and nebulae the creature tumbled. Every time it collided with any of the mineral formations in space, it sparkled and screamed. A relentless piercing sound, loud and icy but at the same time scorching, piercing through everything. At the final roar, all the world's relics were shattered and the pieces were sucked into a cyclonic meteor shower that surrounded the creature's fall.
It landed bruised on the earth where the gloom of twilight reigned. The once long golden hair, loosened in colorless tangles down onto blackened ground along the creature's stumbling walk. One wing trailed, it looked broken and the soft down was smeared with mud and blood. Because now there was blood. It had never felt this warmth that sometimes ran down people's cheeks. Down furrowed cheeks where in the same trickle now also flowed tears. The creature cried, uncontrollably at injustice and loneliness.
At last the fallen one sank down exhausted and the forest floor gently rocking firmness, enveloping its weary body. As the sun disappeared behind the treetops, the last sobs rose through the creature's scarred chest.
It was awakened by a song in the distance and a faint glow of light approaching. A ring of billowing white women closed around him. Because during sleep the creature had become a man. Fallen from space and landed in the green liquid of the moss, it was transformed into something earthly. The white women moved sweepingly and treacherously close as their song rose to the stars. Like a teasing, bewitching rhyme aimed at those still trapped up there. A shadow came out of the dark forest and moved into the middle of the dance. A beautiful woman approached the wounded man with broken wings. She glided softly across the ground and as her hair blew in the still night breeze, the hollow in her back teased. She handed him food and wine, licked his wounds clean, and as they made love, nebulae and space rock continued to sparkle and crackle and sometimes fall to Earth. The dancing dim ring moved faster and faster.
A baby girl walked slowly through the forest. She was a newborn, but thanks to the glowing, tail-like growth from her spine, she could already walk, just a few hours after her birth in the forest clearing. The fairies had clothed her in silver and the two parents had given her all their milk and all their blood. They then had rotted in the ground where a hole had been opened and filled with tears and the moisture of the forest. She was an only daughter. Still, she walked curiously toward the dawn, strengthened by the potion's nourishment and the strength of her back. The sun shone brighter than ever, all the sky sparks of the night caught it and passed it on to the child. She was warmed, grew and filled with all the treasures of space and earth. Some distance from the angel's impact, she found the last glittering stone. She bound it into a wreath from the golden willow tree, fashioned a lance, and in the flowing morning light the wind crowned her. A swan emerged from the water hole in the forest and knelt, of its own free will, at the hem of her dress which was now turned to gold. She was the daughter of heaven and earth. The only one to rule over all, even the storytellers.
and from this moment on as long as the heavens and the earth revolve around the center of the universe, the empress Parsifalia shall again and again give and sustain life.
Paula Pihlgren
The Tale of Lucifer, Skogsrået and the girl who came to be known as Parsifalia
A maddened scream was heard across the universe. Everything stopped, even the suckiest black holes froze and backed away. Through galaxies and nebulae the creature tumbled. Every time it collided with any of the mineral formations in space, it sparkled and screamed. A relentless piercing sound, loud and icy but at the same time scorching, piercing through everything. At the final roar, all the world's relics were shattered and the pieces were sucked into a cyclonic meteor shower that surrounded the creature's fall.
It landed bruised on the earth where the gloom of twilight reigned. The once long golden hair, loosened in colorless tangles down onto blackened ground along the creature's stumbling walk. One wing trailed, it looked broken and the soft down was smeared with mud and blood. Because now there was blood. It had never felt this warmth that sometimes ran down people's cheeks. Down furrowed cheeks where in the same trickle now also flowed tears. The creature cried, uncontrollably at injustice and loneliness.
At last the fallen one sank down exhausted and the forest floor gently rocking firmness, enveloping its weary body. As the sun disappeared behind the treetops, the last sobs rose through the creature's scarred chest.
It was awakened by a song in the distance and a faint glow of light approaching. A ring of billowing white women closed around him. Because during sleep the creature had become a man. Fallen from space and landed in the green liquid of the moss, it was transformed into something earthly. The white women moved sweepingly and treacherously close as their song rose to the stars. Like a teasing, bewitching rhyme aimed at those still trapped up there. A shadow came out of the dark forest and moved into the middle of the dance. A beautiful woman approached the wounded man with broken wings. She glided softly across the ground and as her hair blew in the still night breeze, the hollow in her back teased. She handed him food and wine, licked his wounds clean, and as they made love, nebulae and space rock continued to sparkle and crackle and sometimes fall to Earth. The dancing dim ring moved faster and faster.
A baby girl walked slowly through the forest. She was a newborn, but thanks to the glowing, tail-like growth from her spine, she could already walk, just a few hours after her birth in the forest clearing. The fairies had clothed her in silver and the two parents had given her all their milk and all their blood. They then had rotted in the ground where a hole had been opened and filled with tears and the moisture of the forest. She was an only daughter. Still, she walked curiously toward the dawn, strengthened by the potion's nourishment and the strength of her back. The sun shone brighter than ever, all the sky sparks of the night caught it and passed it on to the child. She was warmed, grew and filled with all the treasures of space and earth. Some distance from the angel's impact, she found the last glittering stone. She bound it into a wreath from the golden willow tree, fashioned a lance, and in the flowing morning light the wind crowned her. A swan emerged from the water hole in the forest and knelt, of its own free will, at the hem of her dress which was now turned to gold. She was the daughter of heaven and earth. The only one to rule over all, even the storytellers.
and from this moment on as long as the heavens and the earth revolve around the center of the universe, the empress Parsifalia shall again and again give and sustain life.
