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Finn stands in the circle of trees, white bones that scrape the sky and cause it to bleed down, slowly at first, then more fiercely. The trees have no leaves, rather flames of red, orange, and blue that lick at the stars, begging them to play, to dance with earth, and one obliges with a flash of green.

Finn spreads his hands, which are alight with flame, flame he controls for it does not burn his palms. His face is masked, porcelain, white, as smooth as a lake of ice before the thaw, but his hair is more black than the raven on his shoulder, an angel of doom.

Finn once had fair hair, long before this dark change, and it was as long and flowing as the tender words of a sonnet. I remember waking beside him, waking beside my husband and feeling his hair tickle my nose.

The Morrigan, the dark raven, screeches from her pedestal, mocking my mistakes, my carelessness, my trust. She tells me I was a fool, for I trusted an avatar of Loki. She tells me I should have known better.

Finn sings to me, a song I hear in my heart, enticing me, whispering promises of completion, fulfillment. My love for him weakens me, allows the spell to slip between the cracks of distrust and suspicion, to remind me how I care for him.

Finn kisses me, stealing my strength, draining my anger until once more I am his, and his honeyed words and sensual hands are all that fill my thoughts, until I abandon myself to the flames.

I awake when Finn releases his control, his eyes as hard as crystal. I awake to the point of a knife pressed upon my breast, with Finn's eyes, the color of the sun, whispering how they despise me, how they love me, how he wants to kill me but cannot, and so he seduces me once more so I do his bidding.

Was it a dream, some fantastic creation from the most private recesses of my mind? Was it a memory of a distant past, another life, thousands of years old?

Does it matter?

It beats in my mind, hammering to break free like Athena, demanding my attention, refusing to be ignored, twisting the branches of my mind until I no longer know truth from fiction, reality from imagination. It is, no matter if real or imagined, a part of me I cannot let go, as a mother who grasps the hand of a child being swept away by a river.
A prose poem, written from what somebody said was a past-life image of mine that was taken and expanded a bit.
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heartstrain Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2006   Photographer
Wow, I really like this. I have a few ideas about its symbolic meaning, but I'm afraid they're probably not the ones you intended.
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Rinyavie Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2006   Writer
I'm not actually sure there was any symbolic meaning intended when I originally wrote this. It was based off a dream I had, but I could only remember a sense of betrayal and the image of a masked man with fire in his hands.
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heartstrain Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2006   Photographer
Well here's what I see (if you don't mind my venturing):

You see an avatar of Loki, who only had one hand (got the other one bitten by Fenrir), so that makes you feel all the more surprised and betrayed when Finn is revealed to really have two hands of flame.

At the end Finn is twisting the branches of your mind, and at the beginning he's dancing in a circle of trees. I take that to mean that he's dancing in your mind.

Also his name is "Finn" as in "native of Finland", and he used to be fair-haired, as many people there are. Not sure what that might represent, but it's still a neat theme, I think.

That he can drain your strength by kissing you through a porcelain mask represents, I think how easily you were fooled by him.

However, that mask... like a like of ice. It goes against his theme of fire. Might it mean that the mask is something he does not intend, does not control?

And finally, along the same lines, I think the child being swept by the river is a good thing. Being in the river, the child is safe from the flaming hands. You holding its hand might mean you subconsciously want to put him in harm's way? Your yourself in harm's way, since you're the child?

I hope you didn't mind the stray analysis! I really like doing this. Tell if it's out of place.
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Rinyavie Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2006   Writer
Heh, actually, "Finn" is a common derivative of "Fionn" which means fair in Irish. That was my little linguistic toying around.

I'm impressed by the analysis; it was very accurate! And it makes me feel like I'm a halfway decent poet. That's interesting about Loki; I don't know Norse mythology very well at all (just the most random stories and interpretations of them).
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heartstrain Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2006   Photographer
I do like norse mythology, yes, but am nowhere near as knowledgeable as my interest should oblige. I should get a book or something! All I know is second-hand knowledge from people who'd read such books, as well as inspirational influence it has had on some video and computer games I've played.
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