Post by SSaiYen on Jan 15, 2021 1:23:29 GMT
As the Beltane fires shrink slowly and die down in
the distance, I wake up in the fields nearby from
quite the Vision. Beltane is over - but I can not
shake what I saw, what I felt.
A feeling of hunger, pain and despair continues
to fill me.
The thirteen are not gone. They are huddled
together, keeping each other warm. They still
have food, but for how long? They must be found
soon - to not fade away..
They often look up; hoping for a ray of light
to appear, not giving up in the others that
will hopefully save them.
This feeling of despair and hope intertwine and continue
to resonate, as I gather myself, stand up and walk away
from the fields where I spent the night.
Nocsee
the distance, I wake up in the fields nearby from
quite the Vision. Beltane is over - but I can not
shake what I saw, what I felt.
A feeling of hunger, pain and despair continues
to fill me.
The thirteen are not gone. They are huddled
together, keeping each other warm. They still
have food, but for how long? They must be found
soon - to not fade away..
They often look up; hoping for a ray of light
to appear, not giving up in the others that
will hopefully save them.
This feeling of despair and hope intertwine and continue
to resonate, as I gather myself, stand up and walk away
from the fields where I spent the night.
Nocsee