| ...once upon a time... ...a man without a dream was born into a world without a hero... he wasn't born like normal men are born he simply was not and then just as suddenly was he was a man who knew of no blood of no country and of no faith he stood within the world and yet was not a part of it he was naked, bare to the world into which he had come snow and sleet rain and sun wind cold, heat all struck him at the same time he stood there for a short eternity, not knowing the passage of time and he spied a road before him with unshod feet he stepped forward not looking at where he placed his feet... nor where he was headed nor the place whence from he came he'd gone a short eternity before he spied upon the road a figure a woman with fiery red hair and pale pale skin she stood there with tendrils of her hair flowing everywhere attaching her to everything in the world she smiled unto him and from her back spread long lustrous crystalline wings he watch the sunlight play on each feather... he reached out gently caressing but one and drew his hand away bleeding and in pain... he looked once again at her face her eyes and saw life and pain and joy and death there he saw heaven and hell and then he looked away at his blood, running over his palm only there was nothing there no wound no blood no pain and when he looked up there was no one on the road and he felt a scar in his heart from a wound that knew no pain he walked once more upon the road not looking where he place his feet nor where he was headed nor whence he'd come from nor whence he'd met the angel and after having walked a short eternity he came upon a figure in the road a woman hair black as night and pale pale skin her hair seemed to be caught in some awful wind and having wound itself together had bound her covering her eyes and ears tying her down to the spot in which she stood the man reach out and the strands parted slowly unwinding untagling falling free and freeing their captive the woman stood eyes full of reverence and love hope dreams future and a fear held back by the strands of faith she smiled shyly and from her back extended wings frail black as night short with no sings of having been used yet even as he looked the man could see that they seemed to be growing health budding in them strengh seeping into each raven feather and he reached out and on his touch he felt the temble of the wings as each broke fractured in a dozen places he looked back to the woman on her knees and weeping without tears hands on the ground touching connecting to the earth she smile a sad smile to him and took for the first time a look into her world and set off on a path that opened before her and as the man watch her go he felt a fracture in his heart where an injury without pain had healed and so he turned and went forward upon the path not looking where he stepped nor where he was headed nor the place from whence he came nor where he had met an angel with crystal wings nor where hed met an angel with raven wings and after having walked a short eternity he stopped before him stood a woman with golden hair and light yet not pale skin he could crealy see the way her hair was connected to things around her in places and the way in wrapped around her in places he could see her smile that showed joy and pain and memories and life and love and hurt and he could clearly see behind her a pair of wings the color of a budding rose the man looked at the angel and stopped he looked upon the groung in which he stood a patch of barren land desicated and unwelcoming and he looked back upon the road hed trod noticing that though he'd walked many a short eternity hed barely moved at all and that there was no road behind him he looked around him seeing how things in the world moved about him unseeing never coming close passing by but never near he looked forward on the road he trod and as close as his next step the road wad hidden under a blanket of thick fog he looked back at the angel with the rose colored wings wonered at it all silent tears streaming down his face noticing that she had, yet had not seen him and he wondered if he could find a road around her and he wondered if he really wanted to if he even dared |