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Beyond Love

Summary:

His beloved is dead. Hope cowers like of the last glimpses of sunlight before struck by darkness. David grieves.

(An extension to David’s lament in 2 Sam 1:17-27)

Notes:

I’M STILL ALIVE!

Just barely hanging on by a thread because, life, man, lol

Sorry that I haven’t been posting for every month like I usually do. There’s been a lot going on with me and motivation is so difficult to get. But I promise, whenever I have that motivation, I’ll try to make something for yall and of course for myself, for I can never get enough with my bois Jon and Dav 😭. Right now, I’m making a sort of sequel to one of my older stories on here with this having to do with Jonathan, and so far I’m liking it, and hopefully I’ll finish it for once because gosh damn, my writer’s block is awful. I’ve been suffering from it for months now, almost a year actually. But ey, if I just push myself further and be more determined I’ll eventually finish something, hopefully lmao.

But anyways, I made this poem that I hope you’ll enjoy. I had been feeling poetic lately and after reading a novel I read about David, you know, I just gotta-

Also, about that Saul novel—some of you seem to know I’m writing a novel about Saul which I’m still in the process trying to write. I would honestly be done if it weren’t for my writer’s block but I’m of course doing my best to keep up my motivation. If you’re curious about the project, it’s a novel simply about—well—Saul—but more in depth and visualized with his emotions and how he views everything he goes through. The way this will be written though… well, if I can put it into words—yeah, it’s definitely something I have never written before. Like I said, his emotions are visualized, especially when he starts losing his mind with his sanity crumbling into this inner mystery and symbolism played throughout the story, and it just gets complicated then on (the story is very mind-based). Just thinking about it makes me wonder why the hell I’m writing this, but I am ‘cause I will :). I won’t reveal too much but that’s basically the basis of it.

My aim is 90,000 words (43,000 currently 😔💞) and I’ll probably have to rewrite his backstory/origin story, for I had written it a year ago and it’s very cliché and the chapters are WAY too long. There’s one chapter that is 10,000 words long and it’s literally just little Saul talking to little Abner about some plan. That’s all. Nothing happens, they just talk. Lol

Anyways, putting that out there for those curious about the project I’m working on. If you have any questions about it you can ask me.

Alright, enjoy the story, or poem, enough with me rambling lol. I’m going to try my best to put out stuff to read, especially with this Jonathan story I’m working on. It may be short, we’ll see. Also, @ThePrivatePinkLady, I’m so sorry for the long wait on your request. I promise I’ll try my best to finish it if I can. I’m already writing it and will hopefully soon have it done. 💞

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Work Text:



When does the dove fly to the nearest nest?

Or when and where shall it lie down to rest?

Oh the wings of valor, the cries of battle

Oh how sweet the sound

The sweet sound of whom their mothers cradle

A mother’s love sheds upon the child

A father’s honor brings forth the courageous

But there is no other, no other than you

Whom I hold

With aching tears

Whom I cherish till the end of a stricken soul

An unspeakable wavering

Stumbling…

Tumbling…

Weeping…

Dying…

 

Forevermore

 

When does this turmoil end?

Or when and where shall the soul mend?

Why must yearning keep yearning

Oh why can love just be a thought to the heart

But never for you, never fumbling

 

In curtains of dust, a shower of one’s blood

The arrows scaled the land, hadn’t they?

A scramble and a wail tears the ripples of mercy

Upon the mountain, the world spun

Upon the mountain, there you stood

Upon my heart, I grieve

Where covenants crumble, crashing

Sighing…

Falling…

Laying…

Dying…

 

Forevermore

 

When do my troubles leave?

Or when and where shall I breathe?

All emptiness encircles me

But I never forget

Never for you I remember and dream

 

Shall these tears reside

May the memory be a blessing

For as long as the Lord lives, you kindle and burn

Burning love forever embraced, my beloved

The shadows shall cower when I sigh

Oh the joy, the pleasures of our soul

This spirit shall grow, increasing

Breathing…

Bounding…

Leaping…

Flying…

 

Forevermore

 

When does the soul churn in the dove?

Or when and where it yields, beyond love?

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed my little poem 🥲. David needs a hug