posted on Nov, 1 2012 @ 12:46 PM
Mine inner core is whispering to me. I hear, feel it, yearning to breath the light of day once again. Why do I not completely embrace, that I so
dearly need, I know not.
Fear stands guard at the gates of freedom, but mine eyes can now see that his sword is brittle and rusted, no longer able to hold at bay, the
brightness and strength forcing it's way past him.
Yes, Fear, you are old, and weak. Your tools of destruction lie at your feeble feet, in mounds of dusty rust, no longer usable. The slightest breath
of laughter from me, sends them swirling away, never more to pierce my soul.
The webs of darkness swathing mine eyes for so long, are shredding, drifting away with each breath I draw deeper, released in peals of laughter, gales
of life's breath clear sight of my path.
I had a Knight, a man who knew not his own strength. Knew not the intensity of the battle he fought by my side...yet, this Brave Knight did so,
without question, without understanding the fierceness of the demons he did slay by my side.
I honor him with Blessings. Clear, true Blessings. I will never lose sight of this Brave Knight, though my journeys' path may lead me from his side,
he will live forever in my heart, my soul. For that is the place he came forth from, in my direst time of need.
I live with the joy of knowing he has always been there, always will be. I Bless his path, wherever it leads him. I Pray the Goddess and leagues of
Angels, always guard over him, as he has me...