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He enters his resting place, the shadows dance on the walls, the eerie silence screams in his ears. From within the shadows comes his past, demons long exorcised are reborn. For it is only here, his resting place, they now exist. His body aching, weary and battlescarred, it is only in his resting place that he is aware of his armour, here it has weight, here it ceases to be part of him. In this place it is a burden to carry, here the world does not enter, this resting place is sanctuary Sanctuary for the battleweary warrior. His brow is furrowed, still deep in thought, with mechanical action he unfastens his clasps and buckles, releases his body from the constraint of his armour. As he looks at his breastplate and sword, he sees them as if for the first time. This has been his life, this armour has become who he is.. the frown deepens, true sight.....this is who he is. He stands, mesmerized, thoughts pierce his mind like a million shards of light. His thoughts more piercing than any weapon he has faced, each marking its target, not missing, ripping through his soul each time. Only here in his resting place did he allow anything to penetrate so deeply, wounding his soul, he bleeds in this place The shadows and the light dance on the walls and across the room, their ominous presence stirs past visions within him, He sees within the shadows rivers of blood and mountains of human bodies, he hears the painful cry of death, the last gasp for breath, the distraught begging for life...here in this place, only here He moves with careful structured steps towards the seat, always on guard, muscles taught, mind alert....always ready Even with the hard leathers and mesh gloves, he has unmistakeable masculine grace and agility, His soul twists and turns as the fire burns. The light dances along the edge of his sword, he looks at it, knowing he was not born with it and yet... he cannot remember a time without it.... he allows himself the luxury of meandering through his life.. but only here, only in his sanctuary, Is this his destiny......warrior could he have been a lover? a father? a peaceful man? Frustration.....why cannot he remember anything but battle, only visions of war, blood and death.... was he ever a child.....was there ever a time of innocence Could he have lived another life, did he ever hold the choice in his own hands? He retreats from these thoughts....there is no point, no choice he cannot change his purpose in this world He is warrior Slowly he stands, feeling his muscles ache, tiredness in his bones, walking over to his armour, he allows himself one more glance at his sanctuary......this place where he can be a man, not a warrior The frown disappears from his face, all thoughts ebb away... A steely look comes over him, a grim determination, he takes his armour, his sword....one more glance back He is warrior......it is his destiny � 1998 by Susan Salamon Lotus | |||||||||||||||||
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She looked at her reflection in the water, Unmoved by the cold stare, Two chips of pale blue frigid ice, Set in an ivory canvas, unsmiling and unseeing. She stares at her bloodied hands, Stained with the victory of a thousand battles. Standing quietly, she turns her back on the world, And begins to walk through the wasteland of her life. The weight of her armour does not slow her steady pace. This barren landscape is her home, Only rocks and dust to see, There is no colour, no living thing, This is her life, this is her soul, this is her heart. She wonders how it came to be this way? Was it the cruel and callous words of man? Was it the deceit and lies? Her hand moves to caress the armour that covers her chest. No...it was the wounds and scars beneath this metal. Visions flash through her mind, Tormenting and torturing her very soul. Searing pain, burning her already scarred body, She remembers with vivid clarity, all the pain. Slowing her pace, standing for a moment, she closes her eyes, Just long enough for the memories to return to the darkest corner of her mind. She feels the pain and the memories ebb slowly, Opening her eyes, she almost wishes for the darkness to engulf her. Quickly she spins around, to see who is standing beside her. Only her lonliness surrounds her, and yet she feels him. Who is he? This presence that remains invisible to her eyes. Feeling uneasy she quickens her stride, walking faster, Her breathing becoming laboured. Still she feels his presence, unable to comprehend how this can be. Her mind screams for her to be wary, to be guarded Her heart and soul feel that he is not a threat, that he is a friend. The emotions rage through her mind and soul, battling with each other. As the sun bids the world farewell yet again, Darkness descends upon her world, like a welcomed friend. Finding a secluded hiding place....she allows sleep to wash over her. Dreams visit her this night...almost a new experience for her, She has not dreamt since she was but a child. A gentle smile softens the features of her sleeping face. The moon rejoices at seeing her smile, it has been a long time since she smiled. Within her dream..she sees her sleeping form, she is taken aback by the smile. She never quite realised she looked so peaceful and serene. Her tangled hair, now appears like warm silk, cascading gently over her shoulders. It frightens her to see that her armour is removed, and nowhere in sight. Drawn by curiosity she moves closer to her sleeping self. Where are the battlescars? Her skin is so soft and smooth. A small gasp escapes her lips...her form is flawless..as if it had been re-created. It seemed new and unscathed, pure, warm and quite beautiful. Although perplexed by this, it also pleases her. Again she feels his presence, this time he is not beside her, He is entwined within her own self. She begins to wake, and as she does....she feels herself fading in her own dream. In a blinding flash of knowledge it becomes clear to her. She has been seeing herself through his eyes. Who was this stranger, without any physical form, This man who seemed to have walked through her soul, And despite this, still found her beautiful and pure. Why cannot she see his face, yet she feels that she knows him. His truth and his honesty touch her deeply, Soon she ceases questioning why she cannot see his physical form, Their souls have bonded, the physical is of no importance. The strength and intensity of their union is beyond the physical. He exists in her soul, within her heart....she feels him with each heartbeat. Such comfort she has never known, His presence often graces her face with a smile. She feels his acceptance and his love, It becomes her food and the air she breathes. As the moonlight shows her reflection in the water, She sees a smiling face looking back at her, She is never again to be alone. Safe in the knowledge that he will always be with her, His spirit will always make her beautiful and unique. She removes her armour, it is not needed now. For she has his love and unconditional acceptance. With renewed spirit and glad heart.....she turns around And begins the journey back to the life..she was running from. He will be her strength, her protector, his comforting spirit will now be her armour. Now she is complete ....her being is now whole. He is her salvation, her santuary....he is her strength. He is her soulmate. Copyright October 1, 1999 ~~Lotus~~ | |||||||||||||||||
| Not Goodbye | ||||||||||||||||||
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I lie next to you, placing your hand on mine Your breath dances on my cheek I move in closer to you Taking care not to wake you from your slumber. Feeling the warmth of your body, I begin to sob I know this is the very last night that you shall be with me. I trace my fingers over your face, Savouring the warmth of your skin Burning the memory of this moment into my heart, For I know it is the last time I shall touch your face. I gently place my head on your chest, Hearing your heartbeat is the sweetest music these ears shall know, My arms wrap around you, I do not want to let you go, Why must you leave me ? Why must you go? Eternal tears begin to flow, knowing you are leaving me. I take your hand, heavy in slumber, Placing it carefully on my cheek, as you often did, I am weary, exhausted from my efforts to hold onto you. I battle the need for sleep, my need for you is far greater. How quickly the minutes fly, becoming hours. Racing towards your departure, I am helpless. I cannot hold you, my heart bleeds, The silent scream within my soul pierces my thoughts. I press my lips to the palm of your hand, Sweet hand, stay with me. My lips brush against your eyelids, They cover your beautiful amber eyes, Will I see them one more time? Just once before you go? I close my eyes for a moment, and when they open, You are gone, I am alone........eternally alone. Copyright 1999 ~~Lotus~~ | |||||||||||||||||
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