The Heart Of The Beast----Page 22

The rains came today washing away the
dirt of yesterday. Washing away the nonsensical,
the cumbersome, and all that is worn out. The
air will be fresh with new possibilities. Shall
we press on, marching on the wet and seemingly
virginal ground? The crystal passages of time have
been swept away. I can forgive you now in order
for us to move on, but can you forgive me?
To engage in the dance of chance until all is
forgiven. What is love but a gamble? Deal the
cards and play.
The roses blossomed and bloomed in the
sun of a brilliant tomorrow. I saw the ruby
red visage of your spirit casting a shadow
on the ground. How could such turbulence exist
within such a fair countenance? Your thorns
brushed against me leaving a taste of scarlet
blood on my hands. I could barely look into
your eyes and smile without breaking into a
million pieces. To hold your hand and return
your gaze and grin was an eternal moment
beyond the contradictions of time and space.
The ruins of the past forged a new path
into the visions of tomorrow. The future was
a tangible thing firmly in the grasp of the
new prince. Embrace the vowels of the rainbow
and witness the dawning of a new age. At first
few could understand, but eventually the youth
caught a glimpse of the sword that would cut
through the cobwebs and catacombs of a
dying era, clearing the way for a new
approach to the reflections of life.