I have been on the road for so long, what's it been,
"Weeks,
"Months,
"Moments?
Who knew,since magi had birthed on to the world chaos
Had ensued on a global playground. I remember an old movie
"God I miss the movies,
"With power there is responsibility of will,
Will power was the key, if you were ill of conviction
It consumed you, each burnt different. I remember
Seeing some gathered when it took upon them.
It was like a rainbow, like spirits ignited. momentary
Beauty in all aspects. Then the screams, like they were
Aware that it wasn't just their bodies but that they were
Burning soul, flesh all was consumed in magi flame.
I don't know if you could call it good or evil but it was
Survival, the old ways were obsolete. There we norms,
And enlightened? if you could call us that, words even
Simple ones were amazing, imbued with essence power.
Some only had to think and auras of essence flickered
On steady hands, it was amazing, with movements
That flowed weaving intricate designs synergies were
Compelled and movement and words became as one.
"Jesus I hate walking though the old city streets,
"I can sense their essence,
"Enlightened can sense each other in some degree,
The decay in these majestic building so many vacant
White tombs, they fed of the residual aura of what happened
That day, many were set ablaze mass funeral pyres.
"The skies glowed red for days,
"Flames touching the heavens themselves,
There is much anger in these places mortal, and enlightened
Steer clear, in the night as auras permeate the surrounding
"I hear something?
"Hello who goes there,
Words I hear even though not spoken. These are dark
Even more than the midnight sky I walk under.
"I hear you, show yourself,
"Aren't we a powerful little one not many can hear unspoken,
"These places are a playground of rage and anger,
He had such a arrogant tone, I have seen others like him.
Thinking they have a right to taunt the dead with promises
Of life, but it is unfounded. They are just puppets on entrains
Strings bonded with words. Sealing them, suffocating within.
"I have no fear of your creation,
"You have twisted a gift, made it unclean,
"The dead should serve no one let them rest,
My words go unheeded, I know this will be a fight to the
End, only one will make the journey onward on this path.
I scrunch my fingers, each cracking, ready in anticipation,
In knowing what is to come. I sense the fluctuation around.
From beneath the ruins of what looked like a heavens building
(Skyscraper) it bellowed forth eyes aglow. I sensed its
Consumed resentment of slumbers awaking, it grabbed
What was twisted beams of rusted metal and rock.
"Be gone slumber once again in ethers sleep,
I tried a banishment spell as the words first too weak
For the anger that breathed.
"The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came light
And chains Mixed with purity , and it was hurled down onto
The earth a prison of release is cursed!"
" Your in over your head little girl.
But I noticed upon its brow glyphs of resistant's, this arrogant
One, not so as I had thought. I noticed from where it clambered
The fallen of before, I was not its first battle. Maybe I would
Not be its last, calm thoughts as it swung nearly taking me apart.
"I will dethatch this creation from this realm,
"It will slumber in eternality's evermore,
Spells I eased on thought and hand,
"Flames entwined on wicks birth, feel rages creation
From earth, burn in silence burn in air, enlightened in
A suns extinguished birth,
The air crackled as earth turned red, molten rock,
Erupted and white bone crackled under the heats
Relentless grip, now for the opposite to shatter its curse.
"Winters howl beckon my call, A single snow flake shall fa,
I do so hate being interrupted I heard his words spoken,
In silence. A blinding glyph summoned forth. I had moments
To defend, or unseen was my fate and then deaths hand would
Grant what this thing was unwittingly birthed to heed.
"Let light blaze the mists of unseen thoughts, let there be
Sight be seen no darkness's curse,
Now I'm angry, what kind of arrogant, egotistical **** hole
Thinks that they can do that to me. Time to finish this, I
Use what I have learnt mastered well, I was one of those
In womb when magi birthed. We are only few but we are
As part imbued not only in word but bloods life essence.
"Winters howl beckon my call, A single snow flake shall fall,
Shatter on earth like glass you will keep,
It was a hard thing to do but to meld two thoughts as one,
I worded it in strength first freeze them then eternities tomb.
"Only to be used on undead,
Never the living as it would fold back and dam the herald that
Spoke the words to a fate worse than death.
"Winters howl beckon my call, A single snow flake shall fall,
Shatter on earth like glass you will keep,
"Let that which was twisted now be granted eternities tomb,
"Earth calls upon your slumber now be granted,
Rest in the toils of soils keep,
And with that moment it shattered as earth creaked and took
What was taken now in its tomb of slumbers keep.
Where darkness was birthed souls rested and bones neat.
We took our paces drained where both as such focus needed.
"Your abomination conceded to a fate worth its keep,
"Now its only us do you concede to fates wish,
It was a long shot but you never know, maybe he would of
Conceded in graceful defeat. "So going to fight dam,
His muttering edged forth a spirit blade, we all have an
Aura and our physical presence births the colour of
Physical forces we bring into our world,
"What a big sword you have, compensating for much,
(I giggled loudly, he asked for that)
"Magi filth, I will end you as my pet failed my will,
"I have taken many and will take many more,
Flames of onyx and luminosity bathed the surroundings
As each of us gauged each others strengths, his blade
Glanced on my arm , searing pain greeted as veins
turned black. We fought I glanced upon his self, but he
Just looked smiled and ****** time after time at myself.
But he was weakening to much had he relied on spirit
And not himself. I ****** upon his being in one last fatless
Blow, His sword shattered in shards of spirit he was cut.
He bleed slowly not blood but essence of himself.
"This cant be your but a girl,
"I will beckon my spirit to the fallen I will live on,
"Can you hear my thoughts?
"No why would I need to heed your contemplation,
"I just sealed your thoughts none shall escape,
"You will pass into the ether there to stay,
"I will not go like this, do you realize who I am,
"A dead man,
And with that I walked off no longer a threat, just a
Dying magi, with moment left to contemplate what
Was done. A noise heard as I walked off, I thought
Of not turning, of not giving satisfaction on a fallen.
"What do you wither about, in dignity fade out,
But my eyes did see what ailed him so, for where his
Essence did bleed upon the patch his creation fell in
Earth it rested but it wanted one more to join its kin.
Swallowed up then silence and gone. He joined those
That had heeded his worded will.
"Daylight beckoned as I walked on the city even though
In ruin had a certain beauty in its collapse,
I walked onwards nursing wounds with word, healed
But still hurt. That was a battle I wish not to repeat. I just
Want to wonder and meet those of norms and magi and
Live in harmony and peace. But remember all, there is
Much power in the world with word and thought.
