MythWovenWorlds

The youthful eye aims high, for the small and rounded stone is set; a tiny, pale hope that lies within the band. A flick. The swing and the push that send this force toward a fiend of old. The thousand eyes that watch this flight; a bold venture into futures yet unknown. The strike, the soundless cry. A delving into death itself from which the cracks now web. A new life begins to root and rips the ice in which an eternity was paid. A blast that beats the drum, a shower of the broken fear, a chorus of joy resounds; the enemy lies defeated. Beyond the walls the sun-touched air awaits with caressing scents of green and life. Those from above co

That night he fell into a very strange dream, in which he stood within a silent forest of conifers, mighty and green. He walked beneath them in admiration, for these were the greatest trees he had ever seen. They leaned over him and provided him shade, and he looked up at them and was grateful. After a time he came to a small clearing with a bedding of soft grass and a young oak tree rose in the center. Out from its branches a songbird sang to him, a melody of joy and love. Even as the music echoed around the empty space a fire sprang up beyond the distant side of the clearing. It spread quickly, lighting the trees and burning them, and acro

Who should watch over the frail as to dying fall they fight for fate, while stars grow pale and worlds quake? Who should listen for the faint as they cry before the wave that comes crushing; the fires rearing, the skies churning, the winds screaming, the world shattering beneath their feet as they are swept into a soundless void? Hear me, dark and faithless gods; your brothers' sins bear fruit. You shelter in the shadows and robe yourself in grief, watching as all things burn, but fear holds your hand and pride covers your eyes. You recall this end from 'once long ago,' yet here in this place you now live a lie, and in either choice Death w

As young Man walked the world full of beauty, full of life He came unto a wide and lively field filled with flowing grass And watched the sky and stars as swiftly they would pass. His eyes were filled with light and his frail form caressed By the gently swaying wilds and the breeze upon the hills. The daisy spoke "Nay to thee" and onward he must walk. He came unto a forest wherein were loud and fruitful songs Of many birds and other beings that frolicked beneath the canopy. His breath was filled with many scents that teased of endless sweet, His path meandered here and there within the twisting maze, His eyes fell on the many trees