Another thing I wrote...

[Nightgaunt]

I wrote this shortly after the birth of my son. A little optimistic, perhaps...

The wolves of the World circle me, drawing ever closer, unconcerned with my meager protective fire. They are strong. They are tenacious. They are cunning and smart. They own everything in the World and seek to add me and mine to their collections; trophies in their mad manipulative game.

My parents and their parents before them let in the wolves, believing them to be lambs and at first - at first - the wolves held to their loathsome masquerade. They were insidious. They crept into my youthful mind via flickering images and catchy phrases and they played their games to see how long it would take to dissolve my will. Somehow, by some miracle, by riding some rare uncollapsible wave function, I survived the onslaught of the wolves - and I have the scars to prove it. They hate me for it, these wolves.

I don't know

if they know

that I know

what they well and truly are. That I know slavering jaws hide behind beatific smiles, that only foul, oozing corruption motivates their sweet-sounding and flowery words, that we are mocked when we play right into their clutches. I cannot blame those who came before me for being deceived, but still I curse them in the cold night, as I gather my fledgling family closer, huddled at our guttering fire, and watch the wolves of the World tighten their circle.

We

three,

the Angel, the Childe, and Me,

stand alone in the Stygian blackness of night.

Alone, but not defenseless.

My Will is yet strong. I know who I am, what I am, what is right. The wolves cannot see the sword I hold, still sheathed, but sharp, forged by Will, tempered by hard experience - experience they have provided through their depredations. They cannot conceive that what was meant to break me has only made me stronger. They cannot conceive that they might lose this game they play. They cannot conceive. They can only destroy, defile, and foul.

The Angel has a light, hidden now, but strong nonetheless - brighter than a thousand suns, pure as a singularity. The light is Love and it shields us all, and once unleashed, nothing may stand against it. Yes, the Angel loves even the wolves and this shall be our salvation.

The Childe is naught but possibilities, loosely bound and wild. Anything can happen around the Childe and the Childe is capable of anything and everything. The Childe is the mad Chaos of change and creation set against the old corrupted order of the wolves. The Childe knows no boundaries and has only to choose a direction, collapse the wave function, and change the World. The wolves have had no influence on the Childe, as they had with me.

The World wants to change, wants to throw off the shackles the wolves have locked around it - and it will. Though we are few and scattered, there are others like my little family, thinking that they are alone in the wilderness, and when the time is right, we will come together. We will merge our tenuous fires into a blaze that engulfs the World and the wolves will know their true masters.

Love

under Will

will remake the World and we will be free again.

[Rev.Reverence]

I hardly have words.....but, this one will do.....

BEAUTEOUS

[~Tszura~]

Music soothes the savage beasts, and Fire helps start anew. May the drumming of your soul beat louder everyday, and may the fire of your spirit never die.

This piece is strong, inspiring, hopeful, and beautiful.

XO

[Msterbeau]

You wrote a thing?

[GothicRavenGoddess (3)]

very deep.

I like this. its beautiful