The trio had trooped inside the kitchen to make ham sandwiches accompanied with some leftover potato salad. Then they crashed back outside on the couches but not to discuss the fragility of multiple universes. Clive brought out a stack of movies to display quite a rich selection of possible relaxation pathways, and apart from Stephanies outrageous suggestion to watch all of them, Evanna felt a sense of order return and replace their otherwise panicked and frustrated mindsets.
They spent the rest of the afternoon a million miles away from the cosmic conflict. They didnt reserve another thought for the Ytemera or attacking e
This morning, whilst flailing around within my dreams,
I struck out and destroyed an alarm clock; shattered machine.
There lay time broken with its cell detached and cold;
The hands paused and went dormant; having dreams of its own?
Clumsily, I attempted restoration; the cell returned to its position,
- Gracious power returned to the ageless entity -
But lightning struck twice, and again it dropped to the floor,
Releasing cataclysm and a fractured glass pane.
Within this I saw a crack ripple through its frame;
- For a moment, there was a crack in time itself -
And amidst this I realized that time had momentarily froze;
Merely a
The forest splutters out a cacophony
A vibrant theater of purple and gold.
The fireflies create a canopy of lights
And a chandelier of dandelions unfolds.
The jester's flower grows through stones,
Desperately ascending towards the skies above.
It doesn't foresee the harsh cruelty of the woods;
It cannot predict the world's true lack of love.
With mischievous petals of secrecy and plight
The flower is a paragon of shrewd thought.
For even though some can exploit its beauty
It keeps what kings and queens have bought.
The jester's flower asks the trees of the river
Where there is water to feed its roots.
But the brutal heat of hier
If air could talk, it would speak of giants.
Glass behemoths huddling for composure;
Quicksilver avatars cuddling for warmth;
Concrete bridges smuggling trains into tunnels
- vehicles onto freeways; people onto boats;
A metropolis oozing with maddened serenity.
A labyrinth concealing the urban minotaur.
If water could hear, it would listen to cacophony;
Shuddering rubber and asphalt alongside metal;
Blur of graceful pouring and violent tumbling;
Slippery when wet; a tall Starbucks order
- grey nails leeching off elegant marble;
The smile and style of a cloaked Sphinx.
The fight and flight of the dying human.
If fire could see, i
Two emperors met as the sky flushed twilight,
No arsenal or threat; only billow cloaks and a horse.
The surrounding woods were quiet; a vein of dirt
Weaved through its arboreal heart towards a cave.
Inside was damp but not dark; there in the middle
Stood demure a silent small battleground.
Two armies poised across the river of the world.
Only wind rustling through the plains and chainmail;
Smooth earth; the pieces were gold upon wood
Black of night against the fires of passion
Horse breath waltzed next to deadly steel apexes.
The emperors stood on opposite banks; the river of the world
Made eyes desce
You seemed like a wren of snow,
Floating the way angels never did.
I didnt need to see your face show
To finally find that crown you hid.
The empty path of white grew so still,
It was a silence that could kill.
But as the air warmed, so did you,
And it cleansed my mind of blue.
Fate then pulled strings it was just you and I.
But like gold that killed the kings we would die.
Take me wherever the angels go hand in hand,
Show me the keys to the beauty inside.
Let me view the jewels of this winter wonderland.
Just dont remind me of the time when you cried.
Warm me with a kiss; hot and cold converge,
You and I
Narnem completed another aerial scan of the sky before settling down on the edge of a pipe gutter. Clives large house size was undeniable, but from the rooftops it was even more evident, and Narnem could testify by naming several specific zones on it that appealed to him for reconnaissance, escape, or concealment.
He casually ruffled his wings as a grey minivan rumbled through the neighborhood before him. The driver was a young lady of dyed black hair, which wouldve seemed fairly well-maintained to another human being, but Narnem could see the leg of a hair lice twitch as it gently descended a follicle. He could detect the usuall
So for the fifth time both of you two have the same problem?
Stephanie shut her eyes tightly and gently rubbed her temples. Meanwhile Evanna and Clive exchanged bemused looks. Since when did the whole dilemma become some sort of disease? True, they were now in the same boat which wasnt exactly unsinkable but the way it flowed out of Stephanies mouth they were headed straight for a waterfall.
Clives father was out, so it was just the three of them settled down in the living room. His room still too shredded to be of comfort, and too much of a danger zone to stay in even with Narnem
The only thing that floated between Evanna and Narnem was silence.
Even the air particles that separated them seemed lifeless and empty. They carried no sounds; they carried no colors; they carried no scents. If Evanna was an omniscient narrator of her own life, then shed make use of the term pathetic fallacy to describe the situation. Her mood had run into an apathetic standstill, and so had the environment around her.
She felt immensely uncomfortable with the way the connection between them seemed severed. Yet she wanted her companion to break the ice with dialogue first. It didnt occur to her that Narnem usually didnt s
The Ytemera prowled through the clouds slowly, methodologically. It bore cold orbs of ice for eyes, incessantly searching, incessantly yearning.
Hundreds upon hundreds of eagles formed a scattered cluster in the air. Some flew in the distance, huddled in groups ten strong and checking for signs of enemy attack. Many lingered close by, perambulating aimlessly within the vicinity of their master, awaiting commands and orders.
The Ytemera watched coolly as a passenger airplane flew into view. The aluminum exterior blazed through the heavy clouds impertinently, like a hot knife cruising through cold butter. The plane was approaching the Ytemera