We feel it...
We hear it.
Listen to the sound of the wind...
watch the way the clouds boil,
in chaos and cities...
that crumble and reform,
again and again...
Listen...
You find yourself in a dark field,
edged by gnarled black trees...
a glowing orange-white sky,
and you see...
a clear pond,
though at its' very depths...
way far down where the echoes creep,
you see the shadows...
and darkness swarming,
waiting...
desiring.
Beside the perfectly still waters...
a little girl kneels,
her skin is pale...
her hair cropped short,
curling beautifully at the ends...
her hazel eyes are wise,
sad and wonderful...
She wears pale cotton.
If she became any older,
surely she would become...
like a star,
eternal and undying in her beauty...
yet she cannot,
for she no longer ages here.
She has no name...
The little girl reaches her hand out,
to touch the very surface of the pond...
you feel a terror,
wind through you...
you want to tell her,
to warn her...
that the water only hides,
something monstrous beneath...
yet you cannot move,
you cannot speak...
and you wonder if you are the dream,
and she...
the reality.
A darkness from down deep...
stains her fingertips black,
and she recoils...
her eyes glistening,
and then she has turned...
she looks at you,
and despite everything...
she smiles,
and you know suddenly...
that everything will be okay,
that against her spirit...
all the night terrors,
would fall away.
It is then...
that you hear a laughter,
like the Summer light...
or a Sun shower,
and from beyond the field...
a boy walks,
his edges blur and he looks like her...
only his eyes are cocoa,
not hazel.
As he walks closer...
and you sense the otherness,
and wildness of the boy...
you hear a cry,
and you turn back to the pond..
a great daerk tentacle has wound about the girl,
it tears her across the ground...
and then splashing into the water,
you scream inside...
as she fights,
and still you are unable to move...
and then,
the boy begins to run...
like the wind itself,
the barest blink of an eye...
and he is beside the pond,
and reaching out...
with a strength beyond his years,
he pulls her away until the darkness unwinds...
and he holds the girl,
within his arms.
The tentacle disappears...
back beneath...
its' glass-like surface,
they turn both to gaze at you...
as they smile,
you see a cloud made of Brilliance...
like the shine of a hundred stars,
a living, breathing force...
and it reaches around to embrace,
both the girl and the boy...
For they are Brother and Sister,
their eyes laugh...
and they are now eternal,
time no longer consumes them...
and now they rest in the secret place,
they turn together...
holding hands,
as they stare into the Brilliance...
you want them to stay,
you want them to not go...
and finally you hear the girl,
whispering to her Brother;
"Let's go Andrew.
We can play amidst their dreams...
dance across a thousand galaxies,
together strong and endless."
They are taken up into the Brilliance...
something reminiscent of laughter,
swirling about your ears...
as you slip away again,
and open your eyes.
Dedicated to Them...
Miss C.L.Scarlett xx
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