Rise up, rise up, a child no more./
Rise up, rise up a pawn no more./
Prophetess and Knight, bind ye both./
Tell all of them what is in store.
Swift in the patronage of the gods,/
Still they find those that need their aid,/
And dance softly in between the worlds,/
A silent love they have made…
bone china
finely crafted and painted
delicate blue against white
flowers and tiny leaves
The sun sets fire to the velvet dark
and pierces through the stones tall before me.
It deepens as it reaches mine own heart
and sets alight to my soul as I see
Here she is not ever allowed to be
though here she hides, she is watching tonight
as all the men bathe in the dim torch light,
nude in the warm water that is the key.
The light bleeds away before my eyes
without knowing it, it fades from the skies.
The black velvet wings stretch out for me
and then the light is gone, and I see.
The world has changed. Nearly five thousand years ago, the world as we knew it came crashing down upon us, changing forever. The Divine left us alone, and the Old Ages all ended.
She saw the sun for just a moment and she remembered something, something, and then her only companion was the blackness.
There was no one else…unless he was just a hired hit man to do the deed for the maniac that was going to hack them to pieces. Michael swallowed again.
His heart skipped a beat as the horror stories he’d seen on TV and movies ran through his mind.
Randy nodded. “I guess not. It’s a waiting game now. He’s got us right where he wants us, truth be told.”