I've done it again; I've angered the queen. Here she comes stomping through the flower beds, kicking up the flora and moss; her face contorted with rage; temples pulsing like the sparks of a fuse, getting closer towards the explosion --closer towards me. In my ignorance, I've done it again. I've angered her so, but what have I done? She spits a lattice of words in my direction that swarm around my fragile neck, wrapping around and pulling taut. She dances in place to the words of her control and power, swinging her arms up into the air--
I close my eyes.
Darkness; an infinite abyss before me.
A comforting silence impregnates my ears.
What do I feel? Courage, fear, ecstasy?
"Open your eyes."
Alarmed, I obey. The darkness is broken with a scenery of a vast expanse of exposed rocks and plains. It's dusk and a subtle pink swims throughout the sky, colliding with the ominous black of the oncoming, nighttime sky. I take a breath. The queen is gone. I take another deep breath, superficially, out of selfishness but choke when I see my summoner. Standing before me in a well-tailored wool suit, a wolf with a proud look and a keen knowledge in his eyes. What do I feel? Awe, fretful, enchanted?
"Welcome home," the wolf deftly speaks and extends a paw toward me.
I reach to meet it with a cold hand, slowly warming with elation. With a strong paw, he pulls me closer linking an arm through mine while taking me off to explore the scene. A peaceful, rhythmic rumble vibrates from his chest as we walk together into the dark; the stars are brightest companions; the sky an ocean of beauty and calm.
"Are you my lover?" I ask with a gracious tone.
"I am not."
"Are you a foe?" my muscles tense as I idle in the path.
"If I may be so kind to grant you a little clarity and relaxation with a simple explanation. I am your watchman, my dear. I am the safe-keeper of your world. I make sure any and all unwanted souls are never to pass," he says as he brings me close, kissing me gently on the forehead, sending a ripple of warmth throughout my body.
We continue to walk in silence as the stars bathe us in spotlight.
"I'll miss you when I wake up," I say as we walk into the heart of the world that I have created.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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Creating worlds is something of a fascination with me. The idea of crafting these glorious places that you can go to whenever you wish is, to be quite honest, an incredible aspect of the human mind. I really liked reading your post!
Thank you for the comment. It is indeed an amazing feat! I know that I would have lost my grasp on sanity had it not been for the ability to escape reality. I spend most of my time in the non-human world.
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