[Original] Let The World Spin Madly

[dahlia_moon]

 

'Let the world spin madly,' he said.

'Let it all flow away.'

My heart wasn't content, and he saw it. But I couldn't make my pain for this world, who's legacy was so great, go away.

They were foolish mortals, who craved the gift of  foresight. And maybe it would've served them well- for their fatuous pride kept them from good judgment.

They did not where they were headed, and none of them could predicate.

I feltl sorry for them. And maybe that was my weakness.

Why should I waste my pity on creatures so enamored with themselves?

But, maybe that's why they deserve my pity more. Who's going to remember them when they're gone? Who will mourn for them, when they pass away in crumpled dust from this world?

Who will praise their accomplishments and reprimand their mistakes?

Who will know them for who they were and not what they pretended to be?

Why have all the angels and demons waited for them to fail? So they can take over what won't matter anymore?

Tabloids, violence, passion, and crime...

All run down the same river, and through the same hearts.

'Never mourn them,' he continued on.

'For they never mourned you...'

'And they shouldn't be expiated of all their crimes, throughout history of time.'

'We are isolated from them, and they were too young to understand. What should be left as a mystery, should not be touched upon.'

But how can you really not bemoan for someone who craved so much attention?

My heart is understanding for their cruel passing. They never had much of a chance; they almost won by their sheer willpower alone.

'Do not mourn for those who never mourned for you,' he warns.

But if we do not, then who will?

If we never mourned for them, no one else would've either.

If we never mourned for them, they would've been alone.

Comments

[v0calist.livejournal.com]

Oooh, that's pretty. How'd you come up with it, I mean, what was your inspiration?

[moon-destiny.livejournal.com]

Thank you. (: I was actually a bit teary writing this. I just felt sad for some strange reason.

Well, for this piece right here, my inspiration was the world and Roman civilization.

The idea behind the story is that two gods are talking about the fall of Rome (and in this story we're assuming the Roman gods and goddesses really did exist). One feels sorry for them, the other doesn't. I intentionally left the story vague because it felt more like it was an interpretive story and any one idea could have fit. So the reader can imagine any one scenario happening, but that's what was going through my mind when I was writing it.

But, really everything around me inspires me and sometimes I have to put it into writing, but sometimes, I find that I have to let the inspiration go because it doesn't work as well when I try to put it to keyboard and screen.

[v0calist.livejournal.com]

Haha, that's what I was thinking. Well at least I thought it was two people who were higher than the rest of us (not necessarily Gods). XDD