Wed Mar 09, 2005 4:47 am by Wilde
Mysteries of night…escape the light of day…[i
I open my eyes, slowly, peacefully, and look up into the eyes of God—millions of stars shining like so many white jewels tied to the curtain of night. I love the nights on this planet, early in the year. Every star sings in the joy of brotherhood, every light shines with purity and beauty never seen in the polluted skies of Liberty and Bretonia or under Kusari’s tropical heavens. The moon is beginning to wane, but light still flows from her fingertips, ricocheting and dancing around the mirrored ice glaciers surrounding us here.
I look to my right, at Nikolai and Anja, another Blood Artist. Both are still meditating, but Nikolai bears a laughing smile on his face that makes me wonder at his sincerity—I think he only agreed to do this to laugh at me.
Anja too is still in the state of meditation. I gaze at her, face illuminated by the moonlight, strands of deep black hair whipped around by the piercing wind. Cold and pale beauty…
I rise, walk over to her, and quietly tap her on the shoulder. Her eyes open, to reveal pools of entrancing blue. She smiles, stands, and opens her mouth, moving closer towards me.
“That was amazing,” Anja whispers in my ear. She plants a kiss on my cheek and smiles.
“Was it your first time?”
“Yes…I wish I had tried it earlier. It’s beautiful.”
“I thought you would enjoy it.” I look down at Nikolai, asleep and hunched over on the icy shore, and turn back to Anja with a devilish smile playing about my lips. She watches as I walk down to the freezing ocean, filling my water bottle with its icy liquid…and walk back towards Nikolai.
“SH*T!” He jumps up, soaked to the bone, as our laughter echoes into the night. I run up the glacier away from him as he chases after me, pelting blocks of snow forward as he bolts headlong after me. Nikolai is stronger, but I am faster. I easily outrun him and circle back to the shore, where Anja whips a chunk of frozen snow into the back of my head and pelts another at Nikolai, climbing down from the glacier.
We collapse again on the shore, cold and riveted with laughter. I am in love with my friends, in love with the night, in love with the beauty of the universe that plays about my eyes
Nikolai sits up, his bare chest shining in the moonlight. Now he is serious. “The Rebels say tomorrow will be the battle to end all wars. The final assault.”
[iSo many will die…so many souls will be stained in blood that is not their own.
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When Blood will flow…when flesh and steel are one
Dying in the colour of an evening sun…Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Water pours down from the sky, upon a planet that has never felt the cool cleansing of a rainstorm, upon a society that with a slight breath will vanish into the cold corridors of time. The rain is pure and beautiful, shining like a thousand sparks in the Night. It falls upon the Academy of Blood Artists, upon the ice covered desert of Moskau, throughout the frozen forests of the planet, upon the cold steel of Imperium buildings in the capital. It falls on the heartless cement inside the heart of the empire.
On and on, the rain will fall…
We march down the avenues, the cold cement walkways of the Imperium. Rain falls around us, in the crowds of millions, sparkling diamonds among the Rhinelanders who are revolting. Streaks of pure glass descend from a crying sky, washing away this world of pain. The chains of our people begin to snap.
“Power to the people!” we chant. Give us life!
Wyrms dance through the sky, golden flames ripping open the engines of the Valkyrie machines as the dying screams of Imperial warriors fill the sky, echoing from raindrop to raindrop. Chilling cries echo in the upper clouds of night as bodies are ignited in fiery explosions. Blood mixes with the rainfall, but it is unfelt by the passionate souls that brew destruction upon the cold asphalt streets.
Like Tears from a star….
In space above the planet, chaos erupts as warship after warship is burned into nothingness—a hundred thousand souls screaming out before fire rips through their carcasses—by the flames of time. Dragonbirds weave throughout the fighter defence launching missile after missile into the fray and turning the powerless guns of the Imperium fighters from their impenetrable armour. Like a wave of lightning, the ships soar into the melee and burn their enemies to smoke, ash, and ruin.
The cold and frozen steel of the buildings burns beneath the fire of our torches and the flames of our wrath. Men, employees of the heartless empire, shriek as they and their ideologies are enveloped by passion-fuelled flames. Freedom! Cries the smoke that rises from their charred carcasses. Liberty! Chants the wild rain, pouring down endlessly upon a world drenched in sin.
On and on, the rain will see…How Fragile we are...
And as I passionately kiss Nikolai on the breaking asphalt, feeling his beautiful body pressing against mine…as the Imperium is engulfed by the sands of time, its clockwork winding down, and its candle burning out in the winds…as passion burns within my chest, and as a planet scarred in blood washes it off into the icy Ocean of Sighs..
A blood red flower blooms, drenched in the eternal Rain.
How Fragile we are.
Edited by - Wilde on 3/9/2005 4:50:54 AM
