Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Db 29

Amidst the clouds



She appeared in front of the force, welcomed them and they knew at once, that she won´t let them pass.

Draw your sword, she said

and he did - walked to her and drew the indigo blue sword from her left side and then threw another, an electric blue at her:

He misses you or a specific part of you

- that specific part missis him too, and she caught it and pressed it to her chest, close to her heart.



The warriors watched it and recognized her. The woman, who embraces swords can only be her. The hugging besides the fact, that she singlehandedly opposes them and can actually be on the same wave as them.... and him, so she can only be her, no doubt about it.

The humble page in green, the king in green, the forever once ritual - the only time to reverse all, the zero.



The swords clashed. The spheres were lit, half in orange and half in indigo - indigo what grew to electric and all shone in a wave of bright white light - the swords sepparated and the skies were blue and clouds white again and all repeated, when the blades met again. This happened for several times until

Oh, what a day! Still you two can continue your lovegames at night

And all went black, atleast for the two fighters until the candles lit. He said to her: we are here again. - I missed it. - Me too...


The owner of the voice that lit the night went to their former battle field, gathered the blades and at her touch all three swords fused with her, for she was the soul of the indigo one, the eternal night, the peaceful rest and the gentle guardian.

Her hair, the darkest night had grown to blue, the colour of anew skies and freshness of spring flowed from her. Nkyéle walked up to her, put his hand on her shoulder and said: it is done. - Yes, time to return. Angels, to home! It´s the time of the gathering! Go meet thy rivers! And all raised their swords towards the Sun, dalgerians raised their proud heads to it´s light




... And all was as it had always been, poppies red waving, woven into grass maygreen under skies blue with clouds resembling white dragons and wings of angels ... .




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