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'Blue Eyed Boy (Part II)'

The boy stood vigil upon the latticework of timber decking that wrapped itself around the place he knew as home. The dreaded mane of jet black hair fell, lock by lock upon burdened shoulders in the warm ambience of the evening as he grinned.

Summer was his element, and here he truly thrived. But this knowledge was but a precursor to the events that set his joyous composure. As he busied himself about rallying his brothers in arms, [some of whom stood a-ready at his side] his mind wandered amiably – And therein lay the source of his mirth.

In his minds eye a scene unfolded in a place in time, not far from where he stood; and there she is. Her age is the same as theirs [for his brothers were with him there also], but it belay a composure and air that matched his own. With the girls they knew well she entered the scene, but undeniably she was a world apart. Everyone saw the goddess as she was, and none would forget the emerald of her dress. Scintillating as though she were part of the eventide itself it fell over silky golden skin. But beneath hair as dark as her eyes, she returned his gaze alone – and their fates were changed forever.

Snapped from his reverie he realises where he is, and the time has come at last.

_[The fallen entity placed his hands upon her hips; he spun her around in a flourish and pulled her close as vaunted armour could bear. The evening sun poured through cascading petals, bathing them in light and colour. Their hearts overflowing, they braced for what they’d come to fear the most. He kissed her then and whispered that, he had to have her hear: ‘I’ll come back, for you my love. Of that you have no fear.’ The pain nagged briefly at his temples again, and with it whispered echoes: ‘…they’re on their way…’]

The boy and his companions took a convoluted route. Their mirth unchecked, they reined it in at their first port of call – to enlist the last of their number en route to the celebration. The boy was transfixed elsewhere, suspended in a moment of contemplative silence, despite the rising energy. You could feel it building everywhere, thrumming beneath the fabric of reality, electric. But his eyes beheld the splendour of colour in the western ether, a riot of light for the setting sun and the energy perceived. His thoughts traced the path that he had walked to arrive within this moment. Contemplating all that was yet to come to pass, his whole life, like a thunder cloud; right in front of him – and not for the last time. She crept in again, and with her came his grin, and thus he returned to the others.

When they arrived the mood was high, and then he saw her there. His heart it seemed was damn near stopped; she’d leapt from out his head. He loosed that grin and set to win her, with it, in short time.

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I discovered this evening a large number of pieces that I had written, and subsequently shelved. This trio excerpts was among them.

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I’m a Graphic Designer and aspiring Writer from Nelson, New Zealand, currently living in Sydney, Australia. I am passionate, energetic and driven. My work tends to focus on the expression of my energy, and the perception of the energies I feel, see in the light, the situations and the people around me.

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