Awakening from a premonition filled slumber, for who truely sleeps anymore...The dreams, the words, the visions still clear.
In silence she contemplates, Knowing how he regards her still, and yet, tis no other he will heed with what she has seen.
Scribing the visions to parchment, she swiftly vanishes to the mists, avoiding the public boards. Slipping easily through the shadows, the darkness her shroud.
Coming to him within the chamber, her eyes shimmer within the twilight's hour. Looking upon the babe nestled down in the cradle nearby. Their eyes meet and reconition in the Babe's eyes, cause her to smile.
Softly, though none would believe if had witnessed with own eyes, those who knew this guardian of the night...her fingertips press to the lips of the Babe, ushering a soft word, before turning to place the message upon the infants coverlet.
Turning once to look down upon "HIS" face, something rare flickering in the depth of her eyes, as she silently fades within the swirling vapours of the beginning of a new day...
The words scribed as he reaches for the child upon his awakening....
There's no escape
From deaths embrace,
though you lead it on
a merry chase.
The "dogs" of death
enjoy the chase
Just see the smile
upon each hound's face.
The chase can not last,
the "dogs" must feed.
It will come to pass
with terrifying speed.
Pestilence, disease, and war
haunt this sorry place
And nothing lasts forever;
that's a truth one must face.
We spend vast energy and time
plotting death for one another.
No one, nowhere, is ever safe.
Not Father, child, or Mother.