Dragon Sword
I paused, hearing that he who hesitates is often lost… Now past the time for tea. Does one forge ahead alone? Just the stillness of the dark quiet frozen and cold. That space outside of space that dimensions frozen touched, teaches the darkness in the frozen darkest corner of the darkest heart… Now know the stillness hidden in the quiet of the night outside space/time.
One thing, one beat, one more step more… Now Past the point of no return. The crack of a single twig echoes thunders bouncing rumbles booms unnatural… The awaking, the dawning of the drawing down of the pain awesome misery discovered in desperation of the day that is lost. The footsteps gone washed away in the sands. No firm footing found upon which to make a stand. The echo from long ago from a time lost from time.
Looking for that something… Something lost now something found. The courage to breath, the courage to believe. The courage to be lost, the courage to be found. Where is hidden is the rock? That rocks the thing lost… Lost Still inside in that stone?
Is it the philosophers’ Stone, The Rock of Ages that sealed Death’s Door?
Then the stumble in the dark becomes a fall, falling falling into a new place but not new, only newly found. A new hiding place, hidden from that place we forgot to look.
All is lost in that forgetting from that original fall from grace.
At the moment the falling stopped is the moment point the head meets the stone locked inside that sharp heart frozen that have the sword life, and escape from bondage.
The visual is what of the word as in the beginning is the beginning of The word of the lord as the Almighty first reaches the cosmic understanding of the mind of man hidden in the cosmic sea of our first knowing, as man lands in the land of enchantment. There is the stirring of first thoughts. This exists and lives in the place inside the heart, the heart of man.
In the beginning, There is the Word and the Word was light and the Word was Good.
Long before the age of man, there existed a power some have called the Red Dragon known only as Merlin in that dimension between space-time. This legendary creature had the ability to see into the future, and as he gazed upon the coming age of man, he knew that great change was on the horizon.
In an epoch before the dominion of man, the mighty dragons held sway, sovereigns in their timeless realm—a realm that persists, hidden yet enduring. But let it not be presumed that this kingdom would ever languish in the shadows of memory… It is a sphere consecrated to the virtues of honor and the valorous spirit that dares to rise against insurmountable opposition. It is the crucible wherein legends take shape, the battleground for the light's enduring struggle to emerge victorious within this colossal dragon cosmos.
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