Be Still...My Bleeding Heart.
You look behind you on the battle field to see that it's empty.
No brave warriors to fight for you?
No mighty mercenaries to defend you?
'Why?' you ask.
'How can this be?'
Look up my dear...look up.
There's a powerful dragon guarding your path.
Ready to rain down fiery hell to all who oppose you.
Your cries have been heard.
The sleeping giant awakens.
posted by Jason at 9:31 PM
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I wish :-)
They spoke of things. Dreams. Feelings on strings. They saw the world in a different hue, a different light, a different view. They heard God speak in signs, and songs, and animal beings. They felt askew. More. Deeper. Under, and through.
They spoke of the end. Of Days. The calendar, the ancients, the coming year. They felt the pull of Shadow, the tug of fear. They hid the Light. Closed the closet. Lit the candles. Smudged the Sage. They pulled the cards - Rabbit. Again. End or beginning?
They wrote of the Nile. Of Kings. Of Angel Wings. She took spear. He grew teeth. Make a decision. Choose sides. To live a dying life or live until you die?
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