First of all, this belongs in Poetry/Songfictions, and I shall make it so tomorrow when I get to a computer. This is also my first attempt at writing a songfic, but don’t sugarcoat just for that. Second of all, this is a companion piece to my newest fic (Sleep, Sweet Child) that just sort of sums up one of the scenes in it. Third of all, the song belongs to Green Day, the characters belong to Eoin Colfer.
Are you standing close to the edge?
Look out at the setting sun
The brink of your vision
The sky is streaked with colors that seem to dance as she watches them. The faraway mountaintops are beginning to take the sun from her, and the air around her is slowly growing colder. She can hear him in the room behind her, finally finishing up his work before he joins her on the balcony.
Is a landscape of the lie
The cracks of my skin can prove
As the years will testify
He takes her hand as a gentle breeze brushes past them, and she can feel the creases in his flesh, where before there had only been taut, young skin. He is not yet old, but she finds her heart falls with the sun as she realizes he is ever walking closer to the end, several paces ahead of her.
Say your prayers and light a fire
We’re gonna start a war
Your slogan’s a gun for hire
It’s what we waited for
Together, they take in the ruins below, silent in their mirrored thoughts. The air around is suddenly thick with misery and despair as the memory of the day crashes down on them again. This is what the world is going to become- this wasteland, this barren desolation- if they can’t stop it.
This is why we were on the edge
The fight of our lives been drawn to this
A kiss as the sun disappears, leaving them in the darkness of light and spirit. Love is tainted with its bleak stage, the lovers by their weakness, and yet the clouds above that still echo the sun dare to speak of hope. The land below is ravaged, taken by the plague along with its people. There is no hope here.