JinROCKS

Ash falls like snow in a strange dystopian world of the things lost in innocence; the streets lined with crumbling houses made for dolls and figurines once loved so dear; ballerina's slumped on the sidewalks, fallen from their music boxes with no twinkling music to dance to. Everything here sat in a daze with no purpose. Sad and lost. September was a Peg Wooden doll with rosey cheeks and blue eyes. September smiled only because she was painted to do so, but she was sad. September remembered only barely, the lovely little girl with green eyes and red hair who once loved her, carried her everywhere, wept to her after her father had hurt her,...

It had always been us, just the two of us, in all of our fiery beauty and careless affection; it had always been us. Until He came. He was something so much greater than we, with the air of a great king and the hands of a conductor, constantly spinning, constantly controlling and leading those around Him. We both loved Him and He in turn rewarded us equally. We were loyal and obedient and never strayed from our adoration, keen to do whatever it took for a glance of acknowledgment or a moment of passion. It may have been us, but it was us and Him, for wherever we went He was surely a step ahead, we on His heels and coattails. And as time pr...