| I Cool water teased the silence of earth-rooted senses and dark trees still warm with dying summer�s breath, daylight drained so slowly into fade of peace-laden dusk. The sword he held was heavy and ornate with blood and life that echoed soft and weary in his mind. Unafraid, he watched calm lake for a sign or sound that it was time to release the blade that was no less noble, no more tainted than his story but he listened only to the twilight birdsong tremble in sunfalling leaves and the spill of whisper from the lake. Cool water teased the silence of earth-rooted memory and dark trees still warm with dying summer�s breath, life drains so slowly into fade and peace-laden dusk. |
| II This precious metal, born in wild fire molten elements, borne with innate intent to serve longed for reunion with the womb of lake, glowed in the eve-ing of this gentle moment when desire and will ran pure at last in noble peace and the weary palm of dying warrior. Burnished sword slid then sank into the timeless cool of myth and maiden lake parting to receive the blade. Liquid chalice opened for the piercing, potent force that sang with soulblood and beloved eden now reclaimed as golden trees, each a chalice for the sun, flowed with warm birdsong and tempered energy that slid then sank through leaf to earth as power pouring inwards to the hidden core of noble peace and the veins of Gaia swelled with breath. |
| III Beneath the gold-lit trees he lay among the leaves as one of them, peace drifted slowly in soft air from the songs of feathered tribes above, landing light upon his cheek, bright within his mind, perfect in his heart. He closed his eyes but did not lose the gentle eve-ing of the sunset warming weary bones, clearing visions of wild blood, the feel of dying horse and power as they muscled honour onward through the changing times that had cost so much in wounded truth and loyal flesh. He opened to the quietness that took him to her breast, felt tender lips kiss free the flowing tears that fell for all the miscreations that had summoned awful action in the gore of shredded rawskin war and sullied reputation. Lake had heard the call of horseless warrior adrift in pain, had drowned the blood-soaked road behind him as he came to meet, at last, serenity that did not howl with violence or scream in anguished fear and lust filled retribution. He sank, then slid, into her fearless peace that rose and fell around him, lapping trailing fingertips with liquid tongue. Lake sang of his entrance to her world of womb and love beyond the harshness of spilled flesh and dreams until at last gold-lit release lay bright within his soul, perfect in his heart. |
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