Yut na'Haran / y'Haran
2019 March 1
1 Cold Stars 2 The Cracked Slave 3 Servants of Voyage 4 The Force's Valley 5 The Hunter of the Tower 6 Return in the Rose
Seeing as i'm on the mend, let me tell you about the time....
1 Cold Stars
i walked thru the road in the grass to the forest edge, and wooden chunk i pitch and sort until i find the block that makes a bowl, oaken and red, dappled by chisel and time, taken edge shaved against granite, smooth lips and level base, and in the water a million stars of night, and the light so wickedly reflected against the top of the water begins to glow, without reflection roots of light escape the water, the bowl is dry and the light shares ancient anger, my veins glow and many minds of time's dawn fill my eyes
2 The Cracked Slave
i picture the ghost come from the forest, the bowing tunnel of darkness, the trees looking away from the passer of night, the terror of fright, has come to battle in ancient ways, leaves of vines glow white and reach and pull him, his eyes with with the origin light, the radiant vines bleed against his skin and wail at the heavens, beneath his feet broken coal, behind is his shadow filled with beautiful melody and cries of souls, his skin breaks for fires of lord vulcan and mend near the eyes with shattered glass and oil
3 Servants of Voyage
he is messenger or mouth of the mountain demon, it is too soon for what comes, able to run i bolt, calling winds against my back, and feeding from the light i summon nymphs or rains to stop the fire's face, this steams him without smile or menace, in his shadow rise men of fire and they launch arrows of smoke, with air the arrows shatter to ashes, but hard and sharp edges pass my eyes and skewer the ground, so i must fight them three and twenty, but any cut makes them spill like urns of smoken soot with hourglass sound, each cremated grain falls thru the air like wretched strings and i must fight two and twenty, for this i am thunder that shakes them from their feet, one and ten, for this i am the slow pounding of rain, their ashes gather against his aura and a circling heat has me hardly breathing
4 The Force's Valley
the demon reaches his hand and I stab his heart, and i can run only because he laffed like a fireplace, my escape takes me so close to sleep, but the demon follows with fire and storm no longer summoned by me, one hundred arrows fly at the demon and i hide in magic wind, the demon flinches, looking to see who interrupted his hunt, another one hundred arrows attack, and i again ran this time with the last of my mortal energies, and the demon summoned his fiery soldiers
5 The Hunter of the Tower
As flaming skeletons with smoke shields stomp into the surround, i race into the tower, slowed by concerns, slowed by precautions, at the mercy of mortality, my mind races at the sight of empty walls and echoing frantic voices, i crawl thru heroes poisoned by millions of newborn fears, lost without the battle to escape, and denied entrance to the holy altar thru sacred vaunted special ornate feathers and claws and quills and keys in the room of the holy spear
6 Return in the Rose
into the open i face the demon with the spear, forged by healers it folds my hand with new strength, a red aura of darkness, gives pause to the demon, he waves his pyrophages at my allies and so i leaning rush the demon, swinging stave and his arms are guarded and from sleeves of unfinished steel fiery claws reach into my chest, the healing magic works only without the ember agony, so i accept my surface grave and explode my very heart, sending enemy back three paces, the pyrophages come for me, and those close slashed and bashed and crashed by my survival swings into the rising dark, but the others are slow, with the ghosts of the dead holding their feet, i push the spear at the demon who grabs it, his blood burns a hole in the ground straight to hell with smoke, and from his hand the vines of light coated with blood, and into the heart of the demon the praised lucky magenta javelin pierced, i thought the light from the demon's chest was a sound of war at first, to've unleashed the army of fire, but from the blue flames vines of thorns began to tear him to the ground and grew many roses, and i did not let the spear go until i believe it was dead many hours later.....
....and returned to the forest in search of shadows and wait for the next summoner of dawn magic.
/6ch
