Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The Distillate of Consternation

·After the great battle, while victorious soldiers drink and cheer
in quickening merriment, the warrior sets alone in the dark of his
tent and weeps.

·In the great tangled forest of deep green and shadow black lies a
bold and thorny bow. At the heart of this barbed thicket, in silent
confusion, a rabbit lies quivering.

·It's a primal analog that urges mortals to close lids over black
panes that look out into the night. It holds the unseen at bay.

·It's most often in the breast of the mother where the child learns
the art of safekeeping.

·As territorial as the soul is over the body it is even more guarded
of the other soul to which its essence is bound.

·Mortals worship and wield the very beast that governs them. That
wicked thing they created that feeds on the hearts of the guilty,
powered only by fear, but so often lame in the art of vengeance.

·The Pagan people are in inherent danger of being confronted by the
monstrosities of the ancient world, for while that age-old wisdom
flows from heart to lip the once fallen beasts hear it as a sirens
call.

·While logic hold true to the element of earth and its grounded
evidential nature, it fails in application in all things from the
soul to the heavens.

·It's an antithetical truth in witnessing pagans who hide away while
their Gods walk the streets and build new homes in the cities of men.

·The Gods invented fear to keep the mortal ego earthbound, for while
the deeply love our spirit they equally detest our habit of boast.

·It's not so much the fear of the unknown that hinders men while
conversing with Death; so much it is the realization that all of the
dreams once dismissed were actually right.

·It is the weight of our possessions and the hindrance of our
dependencies that root bound dreams and keep men from wondering out
into the mystery that is our world.

·This is the darkest of all Ages; for here, truths can no longer be
told as truths because envy and dismissal are now the great judges
residing in the eyes of man.


Angel Snowden - 2006

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