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Luiz Aug 2018
The day I die, I shall be here at the ready...for death will not leave the stables unannounced!  

When that day dawns and I hear the clattering of the horse's shoes out in the barn, I will be dressed in my finest suit, with all my affairs in order and ready for the knight's embrace.

Hours before the rider mounts the beast and hunts my soul, I will have done my goodbyes with kin and friends.

For the day I die, I shall be here at the ready! prepared to see my beautiful mother and my father by her side, unafraid of my next life...excited about events here to unfold!

The raven will have cried at dusk, announcing the pale rider’s coming at midnight and I alone will hear the weeping bird...and those eerie sounds will prelude my dispatch to the ready.

For I won't fear the fading of the light! This light that nears the black, with a fleeing dim, disappearing just for me.

This ready I'll perform in peace, as I'm tired, lonely and aching to now part.  The knight, I promise, will never have such a willing participant to meet his mortality.  The rhythm of the galloping hooves will grow louder as the beast nears my door, and there I'll be, as ready as can be.

I will not retract from the fading glow. Rather, when the pale figure enters my home, I will scream with joy:

"Oh! I've missed you mother!, I've missed you father!"

There I'll stand at the ready, and the squawking of the bird will show he's at my doorstep, and I won't flinch or evade, even as the dim dims!

You'll be proud mama!, you'll be proud father!

The beast's snout will breathe on me!  I will feel the wetness of it's breath upon my neck as it draws closer! The stench of death will permeate my spirit.

The rider will wait for my last plea for life, but it shall never come!

No!

Instead, I will give him his first loving embrace after I see to his dismount and shout:

"I STOOD HERE AT THE READY! AS I'M TIRED, LONELY AND ACHING TO NOW PART!”


© 2017

Luiz
Feature post at spillwords.com/ready/
Next feature on 8/21
Spillwords.com/the-promise/
The children they run, jump through the Sun,
...scream at the Horse for nary the fun.

What have you seen? What do you believe?
Did you get burnt on St. John's Eve?

Which day is it? Oh what the time?
Who be the meaning of old fabled rhyme?

Can you see stars? Oh great the heavens...
...can you see stars, so great the heavens?
Can you see stars? Oh great the heavens...
...can you see stars, so great the heavens?

Shh, here she comes, break black -the night!
...washed away the horse with infernal delight!

One is left ******, burnt, torn, pieces broken,
..and Momma, please Pappa; one's life merely token.

The children they run, jump through the Sun,
...ritual of the fear, for New Age begun.

Can you see stars? Oh great the heavens...
...can you see stars, so great the heavens?
Can you see stars? Oh great the heavens...
...can you see stars, so great the heavens?
The ritual of the May, the Spring, May-Queen, Beltis and Bacchus as Beltane for both are one; two sides. The Catholic Church folded mythology into it's own canon by deifying Celtic, Greek, Norse and Roman gods. St. John's Eve is the ritual of Bacchus. In this ritual a fire pit is made and children jump through the flames; pass through the fire of the Sun. They do this while fleeing the two men dressed up as a white horse; the Pale Rider which is the Moon. Enacting the two sides of Janus; all coins have on their face an image of the sun god or sun king and an image on the obverse of a horse or horse's head. The moon has three faces that can be seen by the ***** eye and if you look at it you will see one of them appears to be grey spots that form a horse's head. They are chased by the moon and saved by the sun but one is caught and torn apart the way Bacchus was killed. In the longer form one constellation character is, "caught," each Spring as the Age of Precession and once every 2,160 years a new one is, "saved," by the Sun passing through him.

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