Nighttime, Kalhmera shining high in the Zenith of it's path to the other side of Crete.
Wings of fire are sailing past the point of no return. Blinding eyes, from which it hides the key, they seek to rise. Begotten are the fools who'll never know that the Force will hide the presence that we see, curse of rage, a never ending fight for the Unknown to justify the formulated scheme. So we find a gleaming light to lead us far beyond the closing gates of our fading society.
There's no time to run away, the prophecy will make its stay.
On a lonely walk this morning, there was a light mist in the air. Dark clouds of Crete laughing at me in silence casting shadows through my hair. In the distance I saw a woman dressed in black with eyes of gray. She wore her pain like a shackled spirit. I saw the years through the tears in her eyes.
The lady wore black. Her mystic power calls me...
To be Continued...:)
Artizar "Artemis" Santiago, Corsair Titan pilot, Amazones of the Night; [GAU]
The wind song whispered a warning, telling me to beware of the quiet shadowed woman and of the sadness I would share. We sat for sometime together in silence never speaking in words... of all her thoughts she spoke with her eyes and I listened remembering all I heard. The words she spoke were of forgotten lives and of all knowledge gained, the memories I had and didn't know why. With a smile she explained I should have listened to the wind's cold warning and walked the other way I touched her soul... I fell into a kind of trance... The woman spoke:
"Flying high through the night
She will hide your fate
As she takes your soul from under
And the blinding light of the castle fades"
"Who is she? Why?" I replied speaking my thoughts out loud "There is no escape. It's the ending of your precious life old woman if I don't get a straight answer! Stop speaking in rhymes!"
"The light will not shine
For you'll die tonight at her shrine
And black is the last thing you'll see"
I unsheathed the ancient Salamanca, the only thing I have as legacy of my father to the son he never had, "A victim the beast shall obtain!", the sharp blade cut through the "profet" with ease of a laser beam. She didn't realize she was dead...
"Over and over
Dreams of dying fill your head
It's the sign of the cross
That you'll find ahead..."
Moments later, I launch. I fly the Titan. Contact. Bounty Hunters. Bogies engaging me with all their petty rage. Light tracers follow me farther into the depths of Unknown, the blackness surrounding the border of hope. I plead for the signs of a second chance in hopes it will stifle the fear of the dying remains and a world gone insane. We are near the end. I plot in a course that will lead us through darkness. We enter the void with our eyes straight ahead, the Force all around us, we feel the twisted contusions of hatred will finally reveal whose days are numbered. The Unknown... The Nomads... The Ancients...
Artizar "Artemis" Santiago, Corsair Titan pilot, Amazones of the Night; [GAU]
"Ack! There is no use!"
"And still I'm standing here, awaiting this grand transition. I'm a fool in search of wisdom."
"And I'm on the road to madness."
"Stay on the course to pass, never find the answer, to a place where darkened angels seemed lost and never found. Scream to see the light of forming figures fast behind you. Lay the past in the wind to spin and your fate will sail beyond the open plains, sail with angels onward. Live or die for the chosen one said - Saber sights cast a spell behind you and they lock in all around."
"Peace sells... but who's buying?"
Artizar "Artemis" Santiago, Corsair Titan pilot, Amazones of the Night; [GAU]
"There's a certain feeling known to all who hear the sound of the call of a morning rising. You're in a mystic space, feel the chill of the wind. Can't you feel the force embrace as it names you? Can't you see the lies in front of you?"
She fell to her knees crying "Give me Sanctuary!" The massive wooden doors stayed silent watching her kneel.
"Your journey ends so far, and still the distance spins around you, until the end you'll fight and die, to be free? No sanctuary! There's a void in your mind that you cling to. You feel lost in time, you've got no words to rhyme, no more charms, no more spells to protect you!"
The gigantic walls of black stone became streams of visualized computer data. A Devil appeared in front of her. He was simply huge. Overwhelmed by his presence she felt his tail touching her, whipping her body, she was lost.
"I like to look at shadows sweating on the wall!"
The Devil spoke entering her mind: "I am the beat of your pulse, the computer word made flesh, we are one you and I, we are versions of the same, when you can see what I feel don't turn your back on me or you might find that your dreams are only program codes. Your mind is open for me, open for intake of all propaganda, your Eyes see now what to see, my eyes see only the programs you give me. I'll teach you to laugh and to cry they're really the same you'll see. All of the why's in your life are under my control. Feed me more lines! I will try to tell you all I can before the light goes off, you must know what lies behind my screams. I can't tell you all I know am I the son that you've always been wanting. There's more to me than what shows."
"Are you my father?"
"Hush now, I'll give all you need to know and pre-live your dreams for you. You're a good boy"
"But I am a girl!"
The computer Devil laughed his long tail, wet, swirling around...
***
"You asked what my purpose in life is... I guess I'll live, struggle to make a faint trace of a legacy and disappear in the Malvada to emerge enlightened, changed... in a way or another..." She spoke to the silent friend besides her and her eyes looked at the distant green cloud beyond Crete. Her hands, slightly shaking, were holding a cup filled with some steaming dark liquid, the grip tightening. The tear-stains lining her face were not belonging to her. "Don't you wonder, what's happening to our lives? I can't keep living this masquerade when my lonely eyes see only your face at night!"
"I only see in infrared! I can't dream anymore!"
Artizar "Artemis" Santiago, Corsair Titan pilot, Amazones of the Night; [GAU]
"A very simple mechanism separates the fool from wisdom. The lines between us are not real. Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant and apathy will feed our hate so we can never give in."
Grim thoughts. It was time. Artizar Santiago stepped into the shadow that gave her some privacy to do her little secret ritual. She took out a kind of an injector from the numerous pockets of her flight suit. Experienced fingers swiftly mounted the injection needle and seconds after that she was putting the injector back in the pocket of the flight suit.
"Zorra!" she heard someone calling her "where have you disappeared?" the sound of footsteps closing, her heartbeat accellerating she felt the pulse in her forehead, drums of war. She touched the handle of the faithful Salamanca blade...
Artizar "Artemis" Santiago, Corsair Titan pilot, Amazones of the Night; [GAU]
Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare. Her arms are waving madly at something that sadly isn't there, dressed in the day's best by a nurse who's nowhere to be found. They say I'm to reach inside and find the broken part of my machinery. All I see is damage through the haze. Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock upon my door, and waiting... for Promised Land? Neck deep in life, my ring of brass lay rusting on the floor. Is this all? Because it's not what I expected....
Preaching from the floor again... the same old sad song "Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son."
Where did it all go wrong? What's the use in even holding on? Here's to love, hate... and promises. Almost called it today. Turned to face "The Void" numb with the suffering and the question, "Why am I...?". Hidden message of the comedian, masked, dressed in multicolored, diamond-patterned tights, and carrying a wooden sword or magic wand to her choosing, an angel face and white wings sitting on the cloud and a surplus 'n' at the tip of her tail... false numbers of three in groups of three run around ill-formed in French. The message she gave birth to is as false as her comedy.
Preaching from the floor again... the same old sad song "Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son." To promises and Promised Land lies!
Mechanized and sterilized visions of replay. Disconnected.
"Sitting all alone, inside, today, the other girls are home, we're playing a new game. The voice is very, very close, you like it that way, and we're feeling rather warm inside. Are you smiling or afraid? You can have it either way." Disconnected.
The world is looking very strange, you must proclaim! It's quite a scary, scary ride we take, Lady Jane.
"Yesterday seemed very dark, but now it's bright, clouds have gone away. Sensory perception peaking at this time, electric waves of sound are filling someone's mind today calling out as you drift away, "Don't be afraid, they're only your illusion anyway."" Disconnected.
Your eyes are wide today and we're sure you won't forget the things you've seen today!
Disconnected... Sweet... Sister... Mary...
Why try holding back the wave? You'll only drown in the changes. You've got to learn to let go. Just let go and experience the flight. Try to see from a different side... If balance is the key maybe we'll see a future understanding.
Time and rules are changing. Attention span is quickening.
"Welcome to the Information Age!"
You are so pathetically "helpless"! I turn my gaze to another place.
When I fell from grace I never realized how deep the flood was around me. A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil, and the water left scars on me. Nice house in the country or by the sea, now you're on your way... You side with your religion, with your interpretation but don't let them see your dirty little secret. The magic wore thin and the "baptism of stains" began.
"My global mind reaches out for the truth. My global mind zeros in on you."
Artizar "Artemis" Santiago, Corsair Titan pilot, Amazones of the Night; [GAU]
Some people fly... and some people worry about touching the sun with wings. I know if I try I'll get where I'm
going, keeping my eyes on the sky.
I opened my eyes, barely alive. It's not the same... It goes on and on, this insanity, the game of us and them we play. on and on admit that we like it this way. Great Spirits! Danger eyes like mine scan the room
no one over the line gets out alive. Pieces of insincerity. Are like the stuff upon which we feed.
Do I feed you?
I'm upside down, inside out for you. No matter what goes down, I'll still be there for you. They say that like attracts like, we're one and the same. Looking for salvation, I'm blind. Thought contamination, I find greedy spiders talk to me in my head. I think I'm drifting.
I'm in the big machine. My next hero's calling. Who knows what he may bring to me?
My name is Christian Andersen!
My name is Artizar Santiago!
Where I'm looking everything seems clear. Not a worry as I float up here. Press me to explain? Searching deep down for the answer.
I am Christian Santiago!
... Artizar Andersen!
... Greedy spiders talk to me in my head. Drifting.
The storyteller is dead, long live the Slayer, long live the C'Tan!
Please leave me alone on this day! I'm in conversation miles away. Please leave me alone this afternoon,
I'm in meditation high above. Fields of green and deep blue skies above. I'll share with you a place I'm thinking of. Play in the sunshine, sing my favorite song again and again. I know where I'm going, and I've got all my cards showing. I'm like the crow flies, a straight line reaching for the other side.
I dig the sand they kick at me with a calm that stuns. Tracing time with no alibis makes me, makes me realize... My point of view is expanding everyday and I feel with clarity. I am amplified by what's inside of you. I feel your energy is something I can't loose. I'm a pressure cooker, I'm about to blow.