Bonfires by Lferion

The Color of Song

Hope matters

A drabble, a poem

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Prompts - L:N5 Dream within a Dream, A:B1 Medieval Color Palette, P:B1 Alliterative Verse, F:I4 Character X falls into modern world 

The poem is in part derived from Exhortation of Light (Fiat Lux)

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Maglor had lived for a very long time, a time traveler who took the long way through, then to now. Now to further nows. Nested nows and thens like nested dreams, thin layers of bright colors building up, heraldic pigments, like and unlike the kind of heraldry in unfathomably distant Valinor, drowned Beleriand, Ennor preserved in tales. Fingolfinian blue, Arafinwean green, Feanorian red, faded to rose, mingled Treelight, sun-gold, silver moon. Color was as much Song as music.

So little color now, so little song, so little hope. But little was not none. Life endured, love endured, and would prevail.

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Rise, rise, writers and readers
History and hope you hold in your hands
Will the world end thus?
Stand, stand, scholars and speakers
Terror and truth trumpet on tongues
Will the world end here?
Hard, hard, hammer at horror
Lively and loud does laughter uplift
Will the world end now?
Sing, sing, sculptors and strivers
Artistry ever engages the eye
Will and word will win

In secret, in splendor
In silence, in shouting
In striving, in stillness
In sacrifice, surviving

We shall not cease speaking
We shall not cease seeking
We shall not cease singing
Nor let darkness take all

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