E.L.B., 12th - Oakland, CA
There is a road somewhere, a place where paths cross and part, a place where the sky is grey and the air is cold and the leaves rattle on the trees. A place where the world is drained of color, where lost souls wander and found souls travel. A highway, a river, a path, a road.
There is a house somewhere, a place of quiet, and of reflection. A place where the hearth is warm but the smiles are cold, a place where the pictures on the walls avoid your gaze and you are more alone than you have ever been. A home, a hearth, a bed, a house.
There is a field somewhere, a place where blood feeds the grass and bones rattle in the wind, a place of sorrow and of joy. A place where ghosts dance to the beat of distant drums, where the horns of battle ring faintly on the breeze. A fight, a fate, a test, a field.
There is a soul somewhere, one who has gained much and lost more. One who had what they valued most and let it slip through their fingers. A creature who abandoned their friends, their family, those who needed them the most. A shade, an animal, a beast, ashamed.
When the leaves fall and freeze before they touch the earth. When the sun is dimmed by the dark clouds of despair. When the dark of corruption stretches and covers the land. Dark wings from the west, swift as the wind and high as the clouds. A sword from the east, shining as bright as the dawn it beckons. A crown from the south, as strong and loved and revered as a mother. A tree from the north, leaves evergreen bearing fruit to give life to the world. Lost wandering in the center of nowhere, a soul who has lost all they have. A leader, a warrior, a child, a lover, a messenger.
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