i have sailed through bodies of ocean,walked to mt. olympus and back, ascended infinity through time,... odysseys so grueling my soul tires...now in this journey,my travels,...i have come upon many beasts, many monsters,a hoard of shiny red orc,a pack of lunar wolves,even a pygmy dragon with aeon blue eyes. things UNSEEN and FORBIDDEN by the normal and naked eyes...i searched beyond sight ,near planets and far worlds,up to the skies and down in hell,through black nights through bright days,but i have never had the pleasure of having had my eyes layn on an ANGEL before...you are the one and only... if you choose to leave, i can't hold you behind...after all, those wings look healthy enough to fly on their own.... but if you do choose to leave, please grant me a wish,a wish for a land deprived of love!! a wish ANGEL, a wish...that you leave your feather behind.....not just as a mere artifact but a sweet indication of your angelic presence...so when i journey onward, when i cross desserts in search of lore,when i venture the depths of outworld discovering myth ... one sweet day i might be able to fly to paradi eternity with YOU ♥
as she leaves the feather, a tear trickles down to the thirsty earth... then the angel fades into the distance ...with HOPE in my heart i reminisce about departed harmony...when the land was quiet and in total peace...
gone are the days when angels roamed widely and freely...the days when chivalry walked alongside valiance and justice...the golden era when abundance was law...when you and your brother ate the same meal....when pagasus and griffin protected the skies...when satyr played their happy flutes...all but a memory...now things are different.... now, there is blood on the walkway,brothers steal from brothers,greed and lust run rampant on the street ...but atleast i own a house,i'm not living on the pavement...life is still not that bad you say? you say the sun still shines across your yard,the rooster still crows in your mornings...very true, though the world is upside down,torn and shredded, life still seems manageable..there's something keeping the darkness at bay..the last gleam of light in a planet consumed in total black.....that's how i know in my heart that i've met the last one.....the last angel...if ALL angels were dead and gone, life would be devastating, total CHAOS...the planet would be extinct...i had the honor of seeing the last straw cradling a broken realm, how generous of God to give me the last emblem of hope in a war torn world, how benevolent of the angel to give me the most desperate evidence..light and soft.....in my grasp i hold a sure sign of HOPE...from an angel's wing there is proof to my people that there is still such a thing as HOPE... now the true mission, to send HOPE......angel feather,a precious remembrance that all things we hold dear, reside just over that mountain...a mountain we will scale just as long as we hold faith in HOPE
and so i set forth...goodbye forgotten, old self,i look at life in a different perspective,the mornings are brighter,the sound is clearer,the colors on this tapestry, so vibrant!...life is so much more beautiful and inspiring!...from the exhausted ashes shines a brighter youthful dawn...fly my pegasus, let your wings guide us home....there we will show our people...a testament that life continues....as it lays in my protective scabbard i make haste,past these abused haunted woods,through Carybdis's digestive waters,beyond the suffocating clutches of the Devil....fly... fly.... fly....atlast freedom!! i can smell the alluring fragrance of Golden Lilac,in the distance i hear fairies laughing and dancing to the nymph's cheerful melodies...we are now here on safe grounds...away from the mayhem,the pain and hurt that drowns the outside world...here we are guarded by impregnable walls...on to the castle...though protected, their defenses are up...we carefully make our way,we walk through the bridge over the moat
"HALT" commands the sentry. "no one passes these walls unless they have a prior engagement with the king"
guard i have no appointment with the king but if you do not let me pass, this kingdom will have lost hope...i bring joyful news
in the courtyard as i await the king, i gaze into the sacred ornament,i visualize her sweet smile....when will we fly together? i stared into the emerald green eyes looking back at me,her lips move as if saying something angelic,it must have been so precious and soft that it never touched my ears,she looks away into the pandemonium,panic strikes her eyes,disarray consumes her body,those sweet lips now tremble....i feared for her...how did hell crawl up to earth? why are God's protectors gone? when did paradise become a sewer?...when beauty caused pain....that detestable day when the lush green of the forest wilted into white..when Persephone betrayed Hades...day dwindled into night and the scum of the earth assumed righteousness against beauty..then devastation hit...how could we human be so selfish...we dispense burden after burden on her...desperate to see change...when she is all alone comforted by no one,numb to the feeling of happiness, abandoned by others she endeared family...tragic is the life of an endangered being....
the castle doors give way as the king enters guarded by seven sentinel...he knows who i am?....is he avenging my betrayal? i need to hide my identity...my king i am but a mere human no name from nowhere...why come so harshly at a poor man?
"the lands are ravaged by gargoyles meant to defend the castle,trust is a commodity that no one can afford...i am merely protecting my self...what good news do you bring?" the king demanded.
pleased at the kings answer,i drop my guard...once, a prince ran from this kingdom, fearing that darkness would creep into the palace floors, the prince fought himself in the midst of the final decision, in effort of avoiding havoc,he gave in to cowardice.he forgot his kingdom and saved only himself.without an heir to the throne the kingdom mourned. waves and waves of vanguard and scouts were dispatched to find the prince...he vanished at every corner... ashamed to return and face responsibility he searched through out the lands for forgiveness, into the forest where the Acacia tree is hidden, across the river Styx, from one pyramid to the next...yearning for mercy...delving into the ocean's abyss,through the shadows of the valley of death,lifetime after lifetime...still no amnesty...failed search after failed search...HOPE eluded him...then betwixt in catastrophe...a miracle...God sent him a revelation, the presence of HOPE, a small piece of heaven...
touched by the words of this man...the king uncovered who he was...with tears trickling down his semblance the king desperately asks him,"have you returned now my prince? you evaded all my attempts of bringing you back,what HOPE do you speak of? what HOPE brings you back to our cherished kingdom?"
i ran forever with the memory of our kingdom clinging tightly into the back of my mind, in the midst of confusion i stumbled across an angel...beings we mistook as departed...yet there i stood, amazed at her beauty, indulging in the thought that i may one day soar the skies with her...here is evidence that angels still exist...i take the angel feather out from the scabbard and reveal the glowing jewel...
bewildered the king responds "angels were glorious beings,they escorted innocents and supplied heavenly retort for human accused by evil demons...they were all thought gone when Belial invaded Heaven...demons massacred the seraphim,surviving archangels were tortured...every last sign of their spirit was erased...how did you come upon such magnificence?"
i joined a group of rebels at the other side of this planet,there the fight is atrocious...rivers are red with blood,the clouds deny the sun while holding acid tears and roars of booming thunder, there one meal needs to last for days and we clothe ourselves with plant life...at the camp i heard a mythical tale from a wise shaman...he said that when battles are most intense, when generals retreat and only infantry remain...a winged being emanating love descends and can be observed praying for the soldiers...i held on to this myth and journeyed even farther, concentrating on every new battle..anticipating the greatest of miracles...until one day...when centaur fought minotaur during a grueling assault..she ultimately graced the battlefield with her aura...
again my vision reminds me of her sorrow...in order to quell our predicament...we must help protect the one figure able to grant us everlasting serenity...grant me an army equipped with courage and resolve, then we will find and shield God's creation.
i find the best of men, big and strong,quick and nimble,swift and agile,gripping sword and shield,armed with bow and arrow,swinging axe and mace...from across the kingdom they hear my call...some rode the skies on winged beasts..others sailed the waters on sea serpents..most crossed plains on land mammal..echoes of the news filled the skies...we found HOPE, a single angel remains...they came to see proof of this claim...knight and mage arrived to see the glowing feather...most came with a curious optimism,some speculated and others denied,angels are forgotten myth they said...they are put to silence when the relic is unveiled...the masses cheered the prince's discovery...to free this kingdom we must first help save this being...God helps those who help themselves.
we venture out into the horizon...alongside me are well known Gods and generals...zeus and olympians...achilles and the myrmidon...jason and the argonauts...samson and delilah...david and solomon...isis and osiris...ra and the gypsies...mulan and her band of men...sun wu-kong and the taoist...Thor and Odin..Beowulf and the Danes...arthur and the roundtable...to rebuild a civilization we must first save the last thread of hope...so i ask you mighty warriors and titans...will you join me in this quest to save our world?
as she leaves the feather, a tear trickles down to the thirsty earth... then the angel fades into the distance ...with HOPE in my heart i reminisce about departed harmony...when the land was quiet and in total peace...
gone are the days when angels roamed widely and freely...the days when chivalry walked alongside valiance and justice...the golden era when abundance was law...when you and your brother ate the same meal....when pagasus and griffin protected the skies...when satyr played their happy flutes...all but a memory...now things are different.... now, there is blood on the walkway,brothers steal from brothers,greed and lust run rampant on the street ...but atleast i own a house,i'm not living on the pavement...life is still not that bad you say? you say the sun still shines across your yard,the rooster still crows in your mornings...very true, though the world is upside down,torn and shredded, life still seems manageable..there's something keeping the darkness at bay..the last gleam of light in a planet consumed in total black.....that's how i know in my heart that i've met the last one.....the last angel...if ALL angels were dead and gone, life would be devastating, total CHAOS...the planet would be extinct...i had the honor of seeing the last straw cradling a broken realm, how generous of God to give me the last emblem of hope in a war torn world, how benevolent of the angel to give me the most desperate evidence..light and soft.....in my grasp i hold a sure sign of HOPE...from an angel's wing there is proof to my people that there is still such a thing as HOPE... now the true mission, to send HOPE......angel feather,a precious remembrance that all things we hold dear, reside just over that mountain...a mountain we will scale just as long as we hold faith in HOPE
and so i set forth...goodbye forgotten, old self,i look at life in a different perspective,the mornings are brighter,the sound is clearer,the colors on this tapestry, so vibrant!...life is so much more beautiful and inspiring!...from the exhausted ashes shines a brighter youthful dawn...fly my pegasus, let your wings guide us home....there we will show our people...a testament that life continues....as it lays in my protective scabbard i make haste,past these abused haunted woods,through Carybdis's digestive waters,beyond the suffocating clutches of the Devil....fly... fly.... fly....atlast freedom!! i can smell the alluring fragrance of Golden Lilac,in the distance i hear fairies laughing and dancing to the nymph's cheerful melodies...we are now here on safe grounds...away from the mayhem,the pain and hurt that drowns the outside world...here we are guarded by impregnable walls...on to the castle...though protected, their defenses are up...we carefully make our way,we walk through the bridge over the moat
"HALT" commands the sentry. "no one passes these walls unless they have a prior engagement with the king"
guard i have no appointment with the king but if you do not let me pass, this kingdom will have lost hope...i bring joyful news
in the courtyard as i await the king, i gaze into the sacred ornament,i visualize her sweet smile....when will we fly together? i stared into the emerald green eyes looking back at me,her lips move as if saying something angelic,it must have been so precious and soft that it never touched my ears,she looks away into the pandemonium,panic strikes her eyes,disarray consumes her body,those sweet lips now tremble....i feared for her...how did hell crawl up to earth? why are God's protectors gone? when did paradise become a sewer?...when beauty caused pain....that detestable day when the lush green of the forest wilted into white..when Persephone betrayed Hades...day dwindled into night and the scum of the earth assumed righteousness against beauty..then devastation hit...how could we human be so selfish...we dispense burden after burden on her...desperate to see change...when she is all alone comforted by no one,numb to the feeling of happiness, abandoned by others she endeared family...tragic is the life of an endangered being....
the castle doors give way as the king enters guarded by seven sentinel...he knows who i am?....is he avenging my betrayal? i need to hide my identity...my king i am but a mere human no name from nowhere...why come so harshly at a poor man?
"the lands are ravaged by gargoyles meant to defend the castle,trust is a commodity that no one can afford...i am merely protecting my self...what good news do you bring?" the king demanded.
pleased at the kings answer,i drop my guard...once, a prince ran from this kingdom, fearing that darkness would creep into the palace floors, the prince fought himself in the midst of the final decision, in effort of avoiding havoc,he gave in to cowardice.he forgot his kingdom and saved only himself.without an heir to the throne the kingdom mourned. waves and waves of vanguard and scouts were dispatched to find the prince...he vanished at every corner... ashamed to return and face responsibility he searched through out the lands for forgiveness, into the forest where the Acacia tree is hidden, across the river Styx, from one pyramid to the next...yearning for mercy...delving into the ocean's abyss,through the shadows of the valley of death,lifetime after lifetime...still no amnesty...failed search after failed search...HOPE eluded him...then betwixt in catastrophe...a miracle...God sent him a revelation, the presence of HOPE, a small piece of heaven...
touched by the words of this man...the king uncovered who he was...with tears trickling down his semblance the king desperately asks him,"have you returned now my prince? you evaded all my attempts of bringing you back,what HOPE do you speak of? what HOPE brings you back to our cherished kingdom?"
i ran forever with the memory of our kingdom clinging tightly into the back of my mind, in the midst of confusion i stumbled across an angel...beings we mistook as departed...yet there i stood, amazed at her beauty, indulging in the thought that i may one day soar the skies with her...here is evidence that angels still exist...i take the angel feather out from the scabbard and reveal the glowing jewel...
bewildered the king responds "angels were glorious beings,they escorted innocents and supplied heavenly retort for human accused by evil demons...they were all thought gone when Belial invaded Heaven...demons massacred the seraphim,surviving archangels were tortured...every last sign of their spirit was erased...how did you come upon such magnificence?"
i joined a group of rebels at the other side of this planet,there the fight is atrocious...rivers are red with blood,the clouds deny the sun while holding acid tears and roars of booming thunder, there one meal needs to last for days and we clothe ourselves with plant life...at the camp i heard a mythical tale from a wise shaman...he said that when battles are most intense, when generals retreat and only infantry remain...a winged being emanating love descends and can be observed praying for the soldiers...i held on to this myth and journeyed even farther, concentrating on every new battle..anticipating the greatest of miracles...until one day...when centaur fought minotaur during a grueling assault..she ultimately graced the battlefield with her aura...
again my vision reminds me of her sorrow...in order to quell our predicament...we must help protect the one figure able to grant us everlasting serenity...grant me an army equipped with courage and resolve, then we will find and shield God's creation.
i find the best of men, big and strong,quick and nimble,swift and agile,gripping sword and shield,armed with bow and arrow,swinging axe and mace...from across the kingdom they hear my call...some rode the skies on winged beasts..others sailed the waters on sea serpents..most crossed plains on land mammal..echoes of the news filled the skies...we found HOPE, a single angel remains...they came to see proof of this claim...knight and mage arrived to see the glowing feather...most came with a curious optimism,some speculated and others denied,angels are forgotten myth they said...they are put to silence when the relic is unveiled...the masses cheered the prince's discovery...to free this kingdom we must first help save this being...God helps those who help themselves.
we venture out into the horizon...alongside me are well known Gods and generals...zeus and olympians...achilles and the myrmidon...jason and the argonauts...samson and delilah...david and solomon...isis and osiris...ra and the gypsies...mulan and her band of men...sun wu-kong and the taoist...Thor and Odin..Beowulf and the Danes...arthur and the roundtable...to rebuild a civilization we must first save the last thread of hope...so i ask you mighty warriors and titans...will you join me in this quest to save our world?