Mystic Intrigue

Introduction.

Chapter 1: Mystic Intrigue 

I thought I walked alone. 

Little did I know, 

You resided in the shadows, of my shadow. 

Veiled within secrecy and pain,

You were drawn to me, 

Some how grateful for the shade. 

My path was chosen solitary, 

So those near me don't fall into darkness and become entrapped  with me. 

Yet from my own black abyss

As I traveled down a broken path, somewhere deep within my past,

emerged a glimmer of hope

in the shape of a house made of glass,

it glimmered like a diamond held up to the sun at dawn.

Though the front, a stained window pane,

Emerged a girl, fair of skin, dark of heart, 

Tainted with sadness chained within .... 

In a grey hooded dress, with electric blue eyes that shattered into blinding emerald with static lightning silver sliver dividers.  

I stared at her likeness, her perfection, her innocence..... 

And thought...... There is beauty in darkness. 

Her magnificent white wings a perfect contrast to the black around her.

Sitting silently an angel lay before me in gray, 

floor beneath her polished black marble without flaw or imperfection.

My heart felt compelled

To melt, through the oranges, the blues and reds 

Of the glass stained barrier that impeded my way to her.

On my darkest day, 

I stumbled upon my fate

And my life, and my death. will never be the same.

To her right, beneath her trembling hand

A instrument of destruction lays waiting

I can hear the dagger unsheathing ,singing, 

The metal ringing and resonating.

The precious metal, 

Dazzling and glistening 

As if cast in chromium, silver and platinum. 

I see it's blade, never before stained. 

Pure, and holy as the rest of her.

Its hilt, crafted of the brightest gold,

Studded with star sapphire.

the blood groove, laced from the center of the blade 

from its hungry apex to its pommel 

a starless galaxy bottomless black Onyx.

To her left a brilliant Diamond chalice.

In horror I watched helpless as she raised her wrist 

Hand outstretched to the heavens 

She struggled to lift the weight of her lavish weapon 

And with her elbow directly above the diamond receptacle

slowly, intently, purposefully, painstakingly carefully 

she placed her hands together as if praying, the blade separating between

a single finger touched the tip of the dagger,

and she screamed in agony.

The dagger began glowing brilliantly red

blood pouring copiously into the chalice from the pommel that acted as a funnel.

The diamond glass, glowed as if plasma from the sun 

was being contained by lightning

the light it emitted blinding.

Her face drained with exhaustion

She sheathed her weapon,

And seized her tribute lifting it skyward, 

As she did so the black marble in front of her began to distort and warp, 

An orb the size of a grapefruit rose from the floor

Then lowered back to ground level, 

Bending the marble slabs around it like a black hole resting upon space fabric.

Her essence, her blood, her light, her innocence rose up from within this cup, Seeming to resist the darkness's pull, 

It began to tremble as it was drug to its doom,

Within this ball of hatred, death and gloom

I realized strikingly, alas this was no glass house,

Yet more rather, a fallen angels tomb.

As quickly as it came all had vanished,

The orb, the dagger, the chalice,

And the light slowly again surrounded,

Although dimmer than before.

My angel the collapsed upon the floor,

Her long dark beautiful hair 

a tangled halo that scatter upon the marble.

Her dress faded whiter and whiter, and as her wings did tremble, 

Fell a single solitary feather, upon the marble it burst into flames,

Dissipated to smoke, never to return again.

She fell into a slumber not to be awoken,

Until she found her strength again.

     

 

This path was long and convoluted 

Not so easily concluded, 

In this memory lies shadows so vast they loom over the past

Blanketing who I was and who I am

In wonder and mystery.

This angel, The one that saved me, was actually enslaved before meeting me.

Her chains and binders, matched with blinders that her ignorance acquired, 

At the cost of what she most desired.

This angel, lived a different life as a human,

Gentle, timid, loving and kind.

Her story begins with happiness, a life as a playful happy, hopeful, adolescent.

As those she loved degraded and grew resentment,

She watched their painted faces,

Their tears, burning rivers in their faces 

Their blood, their impatience, their fall to complaisance.

She alone feeling at fault became the only angel I have ever known,

To grow her wings in a spiraling free fall.

To the Devil, she offered her soul,

If only she could save the ones,

She loved from the hell in which they put themselves.

Her soul, pure, innocent, bright and glimmering, 

Enticed the Devil to a trade.

Her body her mind her essence clasped in chains.

I have decided it is my fate 

To save, her from this hell, if I must war with the devil myself.

My own demons began to tremble within me,

Though no stranger to darkness ,

And demons encountered, countless 

There was no question, this was by far the strongest.

My Heritage, My heart, My resolve 

Will all be tested.

I shook my head, and grinned .....

I should at least be better rested,

I would dream wildly that night,

For the first time in 3 lifetimes,

I had a purpose.