Youhavetogiveupsomethingtobewiththefaeries - Tumblr Posts

requirements for magic

the faeries said you had to give up something to be with them.

the wolves said you had to have teeth and claws and a howl like cold air on a moonless night.

the dragons said that fire comes from within and that you needed to have a spark.

the vampires said you had to die.

the warlocks said you had to know sorrow for immortal years and the devil in your blood.

the witches said you needed magic, strong and dark and earthy.

the winds said you had to have hollow bones, a body that could be lifted.

the woods said you had to know how to grow without knowing which way was up and to fight for every inch you gained.

the ocean said you were already a part of it, salt and water and blood. you just didn’t know how.

the cliffs said you had to be made of edges if you wanted people to impale themselves on you.

the mountains said even they started out as little as you. maybe you could be strong one day.

the desert said you had to know thirst before you understood how to love the rain.

the rain said it would wash away everything if you let it.

the storm said you had to be wild and raging for its magic to work. you had to be angry.

the night said you do not how to be a creature of the dark, magic and manic nights. you could not be one of us if you tried.

the day did not say anything. it simply rose and let you learn in the light.

you gave up your sadness to their faeries and learned how to dance.

you showed the wolves your teeth and told them about the blood on your hands. they taught you how to scream and bring down the moon.

you took a drop from the sun (or rather you lit a match) and gained a coat of scales made of burns and grey cold ashes.

you died. there was no coming back until they pulled you from 6 feet under. you died but you were not allowed to leave and that is how it goes.

you told the warlocks that they could keep their devil because you had your own. yours just was your sorrow and your blood.

you brought the witches a tree and laughed when they didn’t understand. they gave you magic and in return you buried the sapling.

you undid the chains that bound you and let yourself go free. nothing could tell you where to go except the winds, and even they would not bother.

the woods were dark and lovely. so were you, even in the light, but you always knew which way was up. that’s where the trees go.

you were the ocean, salt and water and blood. there was no changing that.

you sharpened your knifes on the rocky cliff-face and jumped to prove your point. the edges broke. you did not.

you told the mountains how tiring it must be to be made of stone. they agreed and wished to feel something at all.

you knew how to love the rain long before you knew what it was like to thirst for water and thought maybe the desert wasn’t dry at all. it just didn’t have enough to love.

you let it. the rain poured down and you were clean.

you became wild and raging and fierce like a storm, left alone to run its course. when you were angry, you were a hurricane and even the magic feared the collateral damage.

you learned how to be the night and understood why it was so dark. you could be it if you tried. you could be magic.

the day said you are.