21 Nov Fiercer Echo’s

I can hardly being to fathom what in the lord’s names has begun to happen to me now. For lengthy periods of time I have been absent of this feeling, absent of the intense pull which seeks to claim me as it’s own, absent of the very downfall which brought upon my exile much time-ago; but now, it seems all that had once happened, all that once was – is returning once again like pullets, parading my haven.

Let me be the one to rightfully write the wrongs I have seen committed all around me. For I have once committed the ultimate crime; a crime that in which, involved time and fates with lines much richer, much more golden, that I had ever dreamed of before. That time however, is now lost somewhere far beyond my reach. Though it still calls to me in it’s echoing tones, I know the vibrations of those days only seek to entrap me in cycles which I find myself running from now.

He told me at one point, once I set myself free – I will see glory once again. Though that time has still not come, I sense that I may be close to at least of a taste of what he had described. The sleepture, which has now begun to infiltrate me, is not evil in essence. But when mixed with cycles and echo’s alike, it shall quickly become more dangerous than the poisons that had swept me off to sleep those many years ago. For the combination of these forces, and this sleep are much fiercer than the poisons sting, and the consequences much more dire.

 ~ Spinning blades welcome the cold.