Winds of change
Like a surreal vision, the clouds move at light speed over head, while the whole
world and everything on it stands still. Colors flash and lightning roars while
the winds scream as the banshee seeking the kill. Howling, wailing, falling into
the abyss of time. Upon entering this dark void I stand trembling and weak
searching for the moment in time where innocence vanished from my soul.
As I lift my eyes I see the murky green whirlwind swirling, mixed with red and
brown. It is as though the universe is entwined within, struggling and trying to
find release from the grips of horror. As I stare deeper and deeper I see bright
explosions ripping through time and space. A Crimson red wave crashes in with
the force of a tidal wave and consumes itself with its own power. Then
Blackness.
As I lower my eyes I see the demon of guilt rising towards me. It is oppressive
and seeks to devour my very being. A Dragon floating upon the the clouds of
yesteryear. Breathing brimstone and flame. it's eyes glow in contempt of my
mortality. Billowing from it's nostrils I see glowing embers among the black
smoke of his fury, whisping into nothingness as they float into the night. As
the beast opens it's jaws I gaze upon thousands of pairs of eyes, souls devoured
and helplessly trapped within this beast. Souls devoured in the conflict of men
and consumed in the prime of their youth.
Through it all I have survived,
Through it all I have lived,
Through it all there has been much suffering.
But as the night falls upon a moonless sky and the ghouls of the subconscious
reign hatefully and with vengeance. The Sun shall also rise and vanquish these
demons of the night.
I no longer seek the loss of innocence...
I seek the innocence of loss.
Understanding this....
I stand upon the winds of change.
Boon 2/17/01