The clothes of last season cling loosely on him; Faded jeans and an oversize T-shirt. His pale visage, white like snow. The windows to the soul, Gray, bleak, dull.
The fairground gates creak an ominous low. His tiny little hands cringle At the cold, unfeeling metal.
Winged, yet unable to fly. Stuck on this dammed earth. Crying, alone.
A relic of the summer, Lies alone in the field. Like some sad irony, A merry-go-round, Frozen in ice and time.
He steadily, quietly, creeps up, As though terrified of interfering the tranquility in the scene. Slowly, he climbs on. Seemingly immune to the cold, He rides the horse gaily. Freed of the bondage, he rose away, His agonies His pains. Gone. Time came to a halt. The boy is encased in a world of his own. A world without the gripping pain of hunger, Without the snide snickers of his peers at his complexion, Without the drunken father flinging his tiny body against the ground, Without the red-eyed mother, pearls streaming down her face.
On and on he rode, Oblivious to his surroundings, He imagines, a sanctuary of his own. The caring families with their children here during the summer, Replays like an old film over and over in his head. He opens his mouth, like the happy children he had seen, Devouring the popcorn the mother has brought back. His wings soon tire, yet he flew on and on. Not knowing when to stop, Not knowing why he should stop. Not knowing anything, he flew with all his might. Through the night he rode on the winged horse. He visited the entire globe, Seen the sights of the 7 wonders, Eaten the best cuisine in the 4 corners of the world.
When they found him at dawn, His tired little body lay motionless on the magnificent winged horse, Cold like the snow that had fallen about him. And in the white divine, he left a scrawl” "So, just one more time I'll spread my tattered wings and try to Fly”
recorded on 5/29/2007 09:55:00 PM
warrior
Wan Zhong Hao aka ashhao
Current affilated to: IJC 0641B (Council)
Was: ATS '01/CHS '05
abilites
literature & drama
geo.
blades
knowledge
peace
love
armor
blue & black
cry
If there was any ability,
that could bring you back to me
I would gladly give up all my powers
for that one moment with you again.
values
Honor
Honesty
Intergrity
Chivarly
unlimited blade works
one of the most powerful form of magic,
caster creates a world entirely out of his imagination,
and has endless power over this realm he creates. also
labelled as sword's graveyard, for the amazing amount of blades
stored here.
