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I wake up to the bright, joyful stars' light being hidden
deep behind what look like angry rain clouds. I can see
them out my window, dark and gathering with a vengenence
unlike any I have seen before. Sweat is dripping down my
brow and the clouds rush in to send me deep shivers. The
old feeling is coming back to me, the one that has no
solution. It's worthlessness and ennui. I should have
known from the start not to think it would leave for long,
indeed it would remain my constant companion until my last
concious moment. I sit up and glance around the shrouded
room, curious as to the meaning of this dark veil. At the
time, I had been brought up to believe that everything had
a meaning. Something deep and boundless, rooted beyond the
present and underneath the past and future. A solid
purpose you could say. In our minds...the minds of the
society, there were certain moral realities tied to each
of these purposes. Good and bad, light and dark, evil and
virtue always stood opposing one another in a constant
gladitorial war. Always combating one another for
dominance when one was superior the other fell and in
time, the dominant one would fall again. Based on this
knowledge I believed that this sign was one of the
darkness rising. I didn't know from where or for what
reason but my foolish young mind told me that something
was dwelling. Indeed, looking back upon my journey I can
say that something was. However, it was not what my naive
predispositions suggested. It was...something.

The creature swung down from the trees that lined the
fence seperating the village from the forest. He squinted
his eyes and looked around the dark searching for the
gate. He knew that the gate never closed because the
villagers felt themselves to be empowered by the will of
what they termed "The Beautiful Light". This belief was
fundementally one of duality. They saw the world as
divisible into realms of light and dark, good and bad. He
snickered to himself as he ducked in the bushes. They
believed that "The Beautiful Light" was going to keep them essence, make their lives go they way they
wanted. They thought nothing was going to change or go
against their wishes while they followed this light.
Azriel sniffed the air. The torches were out and the
guardians were in their huts asleep. Azriel giggled to
himself again...he hoped that they were wanting one of the
young women to disappear tonight because she would be gone
before the sun rose to burn the horizon with it's golden

Walking through the gate to the village he saw their huts
decorated with the symbols of their gods. [i]"Foolish little
children,"[/i] he laughs, [i]"you don't understand, do you?
Plague befalls us all. Famine does not spare the gods.
Passion haunts the bed of every angel. And love warms the
body of every demon around us."[/i] He spread his arms wide to
embrace the sky, [i]"you are tiny here in this big forest of
eternity. You cry to the mountains and skies to forgive
and bless you but you don't understand that a blessing is
just another word for hope. Let me tell you one thing
little ones,"[/i] he clutched a trinket hanging from the bow of
a hut and ripped it from it's cord, [i]"you will see that there
is no way to stop the waves from beating against the
shores. Fate will not be quenched by your pleas. Live your
lives, don't let them waste away."[/i] Azriel cackled again,
pulled his deep purple cloak around his body and moved
away towards the young woman's home. She was waiting for
his touch.

"God grant me distraction."

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The following comments are for "The Angelic Measure (p. 2)"
by Darkshine Raven

demonic beings
Hi Darksine, I went back to read your first entry before I started reading this one. I like this a lot, and I'm looking forward to it continuing. Have fun with it ;)


( Posted by: kimberly bird [Member] On: December 30, 2003 )

midnight angel
Methinks you have three eyes open =D.
a pleasure to read

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: December 30, 2003 )

thank you
It makes me smile to know that someone liked these words. I'm going somewhere but where I'm not sure. It's one of those paths covered in smog and smoke. I guess I'll have to find out, huh? =D

( Posted by: Darkshine Raven [Member] On: January 2, 2004 )

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