InvidiaRed Posted 6 hours ago Report Posted 6 hours ago The Shortest Day is the Longest Night. The Year’s Nadir Approaches. Steady in step. The Unseelie Court’s doors open wide to Fall’s Aplenty. It is comforting to remember that though the fallow cold and sterile ice peer down from their cyros thrones. That which is loosened for but for a brief time. From the Abyssal Depths that gives up her brood. To the very foundations of the world stewed by the nameless hungering things. No night may yet last forever. Illimitable Dominion over all though the Red Death may hold. Tis but fragile stewardship it remains. Not even Jadis herself could hold Winter but never Christmas. The Ages of Ice are but brief idle sleep. Ponder then that evergreen promise of spring. Inevitable bequeathing the darkness reluctantly compelled. No matter how iron clad the toothsome and fierce the dark may grow. The things that uprose unhindered within their gruesome nadir. Shudder at light’s glow! Flee at first kiss of day! Toothless then they shrouded by death’s decay. Terrifying then must be inexorable, insistent renewal aquiet in its cradle bed. Cruel yet marching till tender spring bears again the crown. What fear then must fester abreast in that of darkness and stillness that winter doeth inspire? For what fierce dominion can they claim? That will not in time be taken by light and spring! Life my dear, Always finds a way. Always. What winter’s bark whine with agonied bite the kiss of spring long a fated. For even in Winter’s Apex does not Spring await insistent yet patient at the gates? Force fully marshalled? For what honor? What glory lay in preening bargains yet made. Be worth the enmity the coming of tomorrow’s day? What use could be worth the barbed trap the fine print surely dwells? Reject the ill gotten gain In favor of the labor of honest day. For yesteryears guest is tomorrow's brow crowned alighted! Eat. Drink. Be Merry! For Faust benighted a prince pauper. The Snowmen pall against the door allergic to the taste of hearth kindled warmth. The Sugar Plum Fairy with faerie treats a many. The game of hospitality is afoot! Enchanted! Does not Krampus scamper at yule father’s behest? Short Will Be His Prime. Great will be his Abeyance. The rules are thus in art regal procession! Tags at the top of the story Holiday theme Original Fiction 50k word limitation! BronxWench 1 Quote
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