Post by Eternity on Mar 11, 2017 21:50:01 GMT
From high above the clouds, you continue to watch over me as you always have - my guardian angel.
You've kept a silent vigil ever since Danger Zone. For two days now, you've sat here in the darkness with me.
Laying amongst the broken pine and torn scarlet satin of my own design, you see me with the Shieldmaiden draped across my chest, worn more like a beautiful sash than a Championship belt. Four scarlet hoods circle me slowly and continuously, each carrying a lit candle - four crimson moons seemingly caught in my gravity.
Softly these four moon angels start humming, and you wonder if I can hear them even as two of them start to sing.
Two Moon Angels: Ooh...
She still remembers a time that was uncomplicated...
But sure as the sun rise she's seen things that you'll never see...
Losses and heartaches amount to her strength...
But oh how they all take their toll...
She's still here fighting...
Better know there's life in her yet...
Two voices become three, and one continues to hum alone.
Three Moon Angels: Time will take us all, and turn us into stones...
It leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads...
Hung over fragile bones....
Let her go....
I can't let her go...
I can't let her go...
Her hands tell the story of hardships that we'll never know...
Her face is a map of a lifetime on well travelled roads...
But those eyes tell nothing of a soul that is spared...
A heart that is longing for death...
My Four Angels: She's still here fighting...
Better know there's life in her yet...
Time will take us all, and turn us into stones...
It leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads...
Hung over fragile bones....
Let her go....
I can't let her go...
I can't let her go...
Let her go....
I can't let her go...
I can't let her go...
Let her go...
Let her go...
Let her go...
You see my emerald eyes glistening with frozen tears as my breathing returns to its slow natural rhythm, and I find the gift of words once more. You listen to my incessant muttering in two languages, relieved as the singing stopped and the children scattered back into the surrounding darkness.
The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. Death did not come for either of us at Danger Zone. And why should it? I've never been that lucky, and as it turns out, neither are you, Moon Angel.
Welcome to my world...once more.
Once more unto the breach, la querida amiga...
Everybody deserves a second chance. You never get a second chance at a first impression, but a second chance at life? Now there's a gift! One we have received so often now Gabriela, almost to the point of excess, and so it is with a heavy heart and a heavier head still that we offer it now unto you...
No merecer algo!
La mentirosa!
Promising so much, delivering so little. Each of your two tongues bleached white. The colour of all the lies we have heard before. Lies we've even told ourselves over and over again, promises we've made a thousand times in a thousand voices. Rolled over in our heads. Dwelt upon for far too long now. Each a declaration, a cry, a scream, a plea...for an end that never comes...
You were right Moon Angel, it is not your time...
Es que no sea la mĂa!
And so here we are once again. At an impasse. Lucha contra el fuego con fuego. Burning wing against burning wing for all eternity. Until both the Dragon and the Phoenix are left to crash and burn...that is your dream, isn't it Gabriela?
To burn. To blaze a trail of your own. To leave me behind in the ashes of your ascension.
Cenizas a las cenizas...
Polvo al polvo...
I know the desire well. I know the sentiment even better. For almost four years now, they have tried what you tried. For four years now they have failed where you have failed, and in the days to come, you will fail again little one. Bury me and I will rise again. Burn me and I will burn brighter...
Flames follow me in my dreams and fires haunt me in my nightmares. I haven't had a good night's sleep in years. Sleeping is a luxury you are never afforded when you've spent your entire life watching everything else around you burn. Consumed by fires you never started...
Or did you?
I couldn't say, and soon the questions stopped altogether.
Soon nobody of importance even cared. Nobody bothered to ask about the infernos in my imagination anymore. It was all a tragedy, a terrible story best forgotten. But how do you forget something like that Gabriela?
I can't.
I won't.
And I know now that you don't have the answers either. You never did. It's time to stop lying and face the truth of our existence, Moon Angel. The truth that as bright as you might endeavour to burn in this business...
Siempre grabo más brillante!
The truth that dragons of another world will always eclipse the phoenixes of this world, and why?
Uno es una leyenda, el otro es un mito...
You don't have to believe in me yet Gabriela, and to be honest its always more fun when they don't. Our time and our sacrifices will soon reveal to the world which is which as the myths are separated from the legends, the facts from the fiction, the bitter truths from the sweetest lies and the warriors from the worms.
And so here we are again, Moon Angel.
The circle is both complete and incomplete at the same time, depending on your perspective and your depth perception.
I wonder, can you see the circles within the circles yet? Are you in deep enough yet? Deep enough to be in over your head? Oh absolutely! I'd say so, but how deep does the rabbit hole really go, Alice?
You never did learn to look before you leap, did you Moon Angel?
And now look at you, trapped in my world with no way out. A victim of your own hubris, carried on wings made of wax, fly not too close to the dragon, Icarus...
Lest the last ember of a dying wish be extinguished. Another chapter in the Morrigan's tale of the dream chaser, every bit as naked as her very ambition. Chasing a prize just beyond her reach, hunting game she was never prepared to kill, in spite of the sparks which flail from her pretty pink tongue, burning in the pit of her rumbling stomach. Driven by a hunger she can never satiate because as sharp as her tongue is...
My scythe is sharper.
And so it came to pass that this is how we will remember our little Moon Angel...
Another tragedy written in the sands of time and told for all eternity...
You hear the door creak open as light chases the darkness from here. You see me turn my head towards the light.
The shadowy silhouette of a tall man stands against the light for a moment.
W-w-w-warren?
You see Warren then rush over to me, and he kneels by my side. His eyes immediately drawn to the empty plastic pill bottle at my side. That explained the taste in my mouth.
He reaches for my hand, startled by how cold it was.
Warren: What the hell did you do?!
Not enough...
You watch him then pull me up into a seated position, as he cradles me, stroking my pink hair, the Shieldmaiden collapses into my lap as he continues to hold me.
Warren: Don't be afraid, I'm here now...
Now you see me weep openly, for the first time in such a long time.
You've kept a silent vigil ever since Danger Zone. For two days now, you've sat here in the darkness with me.
Laying amongst the broken pine and torn scarlet satin of my own design, you see me with the Shieldmaiden draped across my chest, worn more like a beautiful sash than a Championship belt. Four scarlet hoods circle me slowly and continuously, each carrying a lit candle - four crimson moons seemingly caught in my gravity.
Softly these four moon angels start humming, and you wonder if I can hear them even as two of them start to sing.
Two Moon Angels: Ooh...
She still remembers a time that was uncomplicated...
But sure as the sun rise she's seen things that you'll never see...
Losses and heartaches amount to her strength...
But oh how they all take their toll...
She's still here fighting...
Better know there's life in her yet...
Two voices become three, and one continues to hum alone.
Three Moon Angels: Time will take us all, and turn us into stones...
It leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads...
Hung over fragile bones....
Let her go....
I can't let her go...
I can't let her go...
Her hands tell the story of hardships that we'll never know...
Her face is a map of a lifetime on well travelled roads...
But those eyes tell nothing of a soul that is spared...
A heart that is longing for death...
~~~~~
A soft white light washed over me in rolling tides.
My relieved eyes fluttered open, seeing for the first time.
There was no pain now, here. Only peace. Serenity. Tranquillity.
And silence. Absolute silence.
All these things I had never known, they were here in abundance.
I was home!
I smile, and first time in such a long time, it was sincere, genuine, real.
I had no reason to hide. There was nothing to hide, not here. Not now.
I sit up effortlessly, and like the first sunflower of spring turn my head towards the source of light at the end of a dark tunnel. The shadowy silhouette of a tall man appears and slowly he walks towards me. I couldn't see who he was but I knew why he was here.
He was here for me, just like he always had been.
"Daddy!" I called out to him.
But it wasn't father, it was the son.
The Son Of God.
Warren Kane. Dressed in white and trailed by a soft golden aura around him. As he got closer, his aura caught fire and then I saw his wings for the first time, burning brilliantly.
"It is not your time yet," said Warren, as he offered me his hand. "Don't be afraid, I'm here now."
I reached up and touched his hand...
~~~~~
My eyes shot open as I caught my breath. My senses found life again as they registered the darkness first, the scent of carnations at Mommy's funeral second, the dull ache impressed upon these still weary bones third, a metallic taste in my mouth fourth and the sweet singing of my four children last...My Four Angels: She's still here fighting...
Better know there's life in her yet...
Time will take us all, and turn us into stones...
It leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads...
Hung over fragile bones....
Let her go....
I can't let her go...
I can't let her go...
Let her go....
I can't let her go...
I can't let her go...
Let her go...
Let her go...
Let her go...
You see my emerald eyes glistening with frozen tears as my breathing returns to its slow natural rhythm, and I find the gift of words once more. You listen to my incessant muttering in two languages, relieved as the singing stopped and the children scattered back into the surrounding darkness.
The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. The circle is incomplete. El cĂrculo es incompleto. Death did not come for either of us at Danger Zone. And why should it? I've never been that lucky, and as it turns out, neither are you, Moon Angel.
Welcome to my world...once more.
Once more unto the breach, la querida amiga...
Everybody deserves a second chance. You never get a second chance at a first impression, but a second chance at life? Now there's a gift! One we have received so often now Gabriela, almost to the point of excess, and so it is with a heavy heart and a heavier head still that we offer it now unto you...
No merecer algo!
La mentirosa!
Promising so much, delivering so little. Each of your two tongues bleached white. The colour of all the lies we have heard before. Lies we've even told ourselves over and over again, promises we've made a thousand times in a thousand voices. Rolled over in our heads. Dwelt upon for far too long now. Each a declaration, a cry, a scream, a plea...for an end that never comes...
You were right Moon Angel, it is not your time...
Es que no sea la mĂa!
And so here we are once again. At an impasse. Lucha contra el fuego con fuego. Burning wing against burning wing for all eternity. Until both the Dragon and the Phoenix are left to crash and burn...that is your dream, isn't it Gabriela?
To burn. To blaze a trail of your own. To leave me behind in the ashes of your ascension.
Cenizas a las cenizas...
Polvo al polvo...
I know the desire well. I know the sentiment even better. For almost four years now, they have tried what you tried. For four years now they have failed where you have failed, and in the days to come, you will fail again little one. Bury me and I will rise again. Burn me and I will burn brighter...
Flames follow me in my dreams and fires haunt me in my nightmares. I haven't had a good night's sleep in years. Sleeping is a luxury you are never afforded when you've spent your entire life watching everything else around you burn. Consumed by fires you never started...
Or did you?
I couldn't say, and soon the questions stopped altogether.
Soon nobody of importance even cared. Nobody bothered to ask about the infernos in my imagination anymore. It was all a tragedy, a terrible story best forgotten. But how do you forget something like that Gabriela?
I can't.
I won't.
And I know now that you don't have the answers either. You never did. It's time to stop lying and face the truth of our existence, Moon Angel. The truth that as bright as you might endeavour to burn in this business...
Siempre grabo más brillante!
The truth that dragons of another world will always eclipse the phoenixes of this world, and why?
Uno es una leyenda, el otro es un mito...
You don't have to believe in me yet Gabriela, and to be honest its always more fun when they don't. Our time and our sacrifices will soon reveal to the world which is which as the myths are separated from the legends, the facts from the fiction, the bitter truths from the sweetest lies and the warriors from the worms.
And so here we are again, Moon Angel.
The circle is both complete and incomplete at the same time, depending on your perspective and your depth perception.
I wonder, can you see the circles within the circles yet? Are you in deep enough yet? Deep enough to be in over your head? Oh absolutely! I'd say so, but how deep does the rabbit hole really go, Alice?
You never did learn to look before you leap, did you Moon Angel?
And now look at you, trapped in my world with no way out. A victim of your own hubris, carried on wings made of wax, fly not too close to the dragon, Icarus...
Lest the last ember of a dying wish be extinguished. Another chapter in the Morrigan's tale of the dream chaser, every bit as naked as her very ambition. Chasing a prize just beyond her reach, hunting game she was never prepared to kill, in spite of the sparks which flail from her pretty pink tongue, burning in the pit of her rumbling stomach. Driven by a hunger she can never satiate because as sharp as her tongue is...
My scythe is sharper.
And so it came to pass that this is how we will remember our little Moon Angel...
Another tragedy written in the sands of time and told for all eternity...
You hear the door creak open as light chases the darkness from here. You see me turn my head towards the light.
The shadowy silhouette of a tall man stands against the light for a moment.
W-w-w-warren?
You see Warren then rush over to me, and he kneels by my side. His eyes immediately drawn to the empty plastic pill bottle at my side. That explained the taste in my mouth.
He reaches for my hand, startled by how cold it was.
Warren: What the hell did you do?!
Not enough...
You watch him then pull me up into a seated position, as he cradles me, stroking my pink hair, the Shieldmaiden collapses into my lap as he continues to hold me.
Warren: Don't be afraid, I'm here now...
Now you see me weep openly, for the first time in such a long time.
Well howdy there pardner.