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The Angelic Measure

The forest is dark tonight and the sky reminds me of when I was young. It spreads out, becoming wide and deep as if it's trying to consume me in it's velveteen currents. The moon glows and illuminates every blade of grass and every leaf in the trees. Just like when I was small, everything out here is so big yet so clear. I can finally see every detail of this deep wood and it holds me in awe...

This is the last dark night that the young girl will ever soak in. She has dreamed every full moon of a dark man who will come and take her away. He is everything that she is not. Tall, confident, and shrouded in mystery. His legs appear from a nearby tree as he swings down in the dark, landing gently on the moist grass. The tall stalks flatten under his leather boots as he comes near. In her dream, she is lying in bed and knows he's coming. He's going to come to her, climb up the ladder into her dark room, and take advantage of her. Ambika knows this and yet she does not move. The wisdom of her ancestors would tell Ambika why she is frozen in place but she has lost touch with their minds and only understands what she endures every month. Tonight will be the night that the dream will come true and Ambika will meet Raziel, her dark sage.

I love the way that I feel the air gliding along my body. The feeling of flight and freedom is filling my soul and I smile to myself, the first smile in a long time. Sometimes the meaninglessness can be chased away by a carefree dance in the shadows. I reach my hand out to the boundless sky and then draw the air in to feel it on my lips. Naramath my speckled horse comes up behind me and nuzzles at my cheek.

"I know, I know, it's time to get going," I grab her mane and jump onto her back. We turn and start riding down the path through the woods out to the clearing where my village is built. I feel the warm of the torches as I pass
through the gate that is never closed. The torches are left lit until everyone has returned to the village. I greet the guards by nodding down to them from my saddle and spreading my wings. The middle-aged men smile up at me, one is my best friend's father and the other is my school teacher from my days in the learning room. I dismount and let Naramath to find a place to sleep for the night. She trots off and I can't help but smile at her. The innocence of the stars fill my mind with promise for a happy future. I climb up the ladder to my room and as my muscles flex against the soft mattress I drift away with my mind worshipping the naive night sky.

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"God grant me distraction."
-Zampano


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The following comments are for "A Start of Something, or Another Dead End"
by Darkshine Raven

pleasant dream
Very smooth and dreamy. =D. See, I think you have a softer clearer tone that is a bit more palatable than my barrage of symbols. I thought your sentence and paragraphing structure flowed with the prose. Softer, more controlled and sensuous in the interplay of earthy symbols and textures.
Could be a beginning?
Or a complete tale own its own?
Deadly ending read well.
*Deadly - aussie colloquialism for cool.
smithy

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: December 25, 2003 )





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