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I'm Eton Zolo (She/They), a hobby mcyt & original character artist!!

TW: Implied Major Character Death, Hallucinations, Gore, Flashing Images

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blue gills of grief

(Alternate Ao3 Link)

You say goodbye on that fateful day a
prayer on your lips and her hands in yours,
you say goodbye to her with a wave and
trace the smile swallowing her face- your wife.
You meet a magic of living statues;
clay and sticks gathered under your hands to
make a drop of memories flooding your
mind, her blue gills making your heart flutter.

Three, four, five- hours spent lost somewhere else, and
bile rises, you make a stranger of yourself.
Sea wind blowing on a phantom breeze of
trials you can't recall, you call over for
The local magician praises your work, her
smile kills you; saying “you're a natural”
master of lying, you mask the pain, and
missing moments, you pretend to be fine.

O you pick up the chisel again,
miss someone else’s life as you craft
this statue- a parting gift to the
sea goddess you will never meet.

Martyr Bird

(Alternate Ao3 Link)

Wake up on a lone hill, the blades of grass unfamiliar;
Rings of dogbane keep the Bird caged, your mem'ries locked away.
Take a look 'round while the dead are reborn; your emotions
mixing in a whirlwind, while framed by purple he stands.
Stake your faith in an old friend, with no questions asked as he's
whispering words of "anything for you"; a missed warning.
Martyr Bird lost in your mind, your maze of mem'ries winding
through the winds of hope; you’re looking out for a friend long gone.

See past the sliver tipped crimson that surrounds your fate!
Their weaving lies unheard past elation— seeing raven;
Keep warding off how the flowers wilt when you look 'way as
hands snake into your hair, telling tales of safety willed.
Snared promises that sound like home; Martyr please head how he
plans to protect, the threat of all you hold dear running red.
Martyr Bird lost in your mind, your maze of mem'ries winding
through the winds of hope, you’re looking out for a friend long gone.

At the centre is blood dipped roses, but you’re too blind to see
The lava 'neath your feet, the walls of the Bird's golden cage.
Sat waiting for their return; the smell of decay hits you
While their calculative gaze looks past this facade you made.
Undying faith wavers, he doesn't answer your concerned calls.
Bells are ringing despite how hard you burn your ears for him.
Martyr Bird lost in your mind, your maze of mem'ries winding
through the winds of hope; stop looking out for a friend long gone!

Wake up to walls of obsidian; flowers wilted 'way—
strings cut, mem'ries unlocked; spyglass your only companion.
Saving strength to escape, so sure you can help anyone left;
keeping the secret of truth hidden from sight for months, you’ll
bare the smiles you force; a martyr for your friends through and through.

Land into an impossible ask; him or your freedom?
Sat upon a death trap you can't let go of, toss the 'glass;
unable to look; he chooses ideals o'er redemption.
Tell your final farewells to the sky as you fly far 'way;
Martyr Bird you found your mind; your friend now lost to his own.

The Watcher's Prodigal Son

(Alternate Ao3 Link)

substitute chaotic want with a death match;
cunning murders from the hands of thrice dead friends.
subvert the rules you laid with death wrought purple;
shunned them from sight— but the eyes, they watch as his
guts coats your hands. they commanded, you answered:
shut out reason, bit back bile, and joined their feast.

you leave— second chance; lives gambled one to six.
spread the hunger into your friends bloodstained hands;
movement of shadows whispering purple words.
tend to wounds of broken teams. your sobs their drink,
cut out the fire inside, they sow but you reap;
shut away taunts of "you've lost control again."

hubris beyond them, you have the key to win:
in pairs their eyes will be found; a honey trap
you fell for, his guts are yours with sickly bile.
pin it on them, never an error of yours.
put away disappointment; reset the trap,
cut the dough, heart-shaped; hope the sin satiates.

bloodlust roars as the clock ticks— they didn't leave,
as expected with the hungry eyes 'tween you.
mud in your fingers replacing purple whisps;
lasses none the wiser to unwanted guests
cutting the chaos reincarnated,
but time ticks ticks ticks down ‘till he serves them gold.

no surprise when two isn't enough anymore;
angelic statue looming past task filled scrolls.
cull what influence you can; you'll play their game,
land an uneasy peace as sickness spreads out.
cut the uncertainty biting hands that feed;
shut out your common sense, aren't they the same?

offer a draw, chaos and angst intertwined.
each day a new course, reactions up to chance.
lost influence is no longer bothersome.
preaching safety doesn't keep allies close, with pot
shots the perfect backdrop of death; feasting a
lot of eager eyes, you don their purple robes.

love collected through time

(Alternate Ao3 Link)

spectres of love collected through time;
second changes taken- hidden in
shelters of her flowing moondust gaze.
threatened by beings no one can see.
measures of faux anger taken whole,
affected by words neither meant. you
swallow the falling stars she cries out.
follow her and mend right 'fore the end.

time-space shifts, look to a world of
haunted lakes and duochrome lovers.
race against them in a game of death;
thwarted yourself, dead hope replaced by
embraces after the game's been long done.
supported despite the space between,
adventures taken with two hands held.
spectres of love collected through time.

thinking back to a past fling with wings;
how honey words flowed out of her lips.
drinking in lyrics made just for you,
allowed only ‘cause it made her smile.
winking a secret for you between-
bows to the audience and switched roles,
rendered awe for his ecstatic gaze.
spectres of love collected through time.

explosions of am'thyst- time-space shifts.
stabbed cold by the ocean’s dark waves;
omens from yourself that you condemn.
withstand the siren's alluring calls,
notions of love hidden in your grudge.
tokens of sorry traded 'fore the end,
gestures of love played off as hate.
spectres of love collected through time.

legato notes flow through your window,
following the love you house 'cross “self”.
spectres of love collected through time;
spectres of love you couldn't forget.

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