Visions from Eponine

Many hours I sat there in the wood..
Studying the still surface of the pond water,
reflecting the pale light of the full moon.

Time is a construct that did not reign over me.
Moments, minutes and perhaps hours passed by as
I slipped through the surface and through the thin
veil separating the cosmic truth from our reality.

Shadows began to stir within and my eyes fixated
on the shadowed dance macabre that began to appear
to me.

Hundreds of crows taking flight from an ashen field,
leaving behind a deluge of feathers dancing in some
unseen breeze with no distinctive pattern to be
understood. They all begin to fall like some
harbinger's subtle rain, until two solitary feathers
danced around a single thread of moonlight. Entangled
in some ritualistic pairing, their movements rich
with as much meaning as two tribal shaman performing
a fire dance.

<b> Two feathers dance about the thread..

Then from beyond the field a mountain takes form
looking like some spectre monolith, consuming all
field of view. Then it appears quite suddenly,
a halo of light, the crown on the mountain.
Dazzling in radiance and a beacon to the beholder.
Just as suddenly as it appears, the crown's light
wanes and shadows begin waxing over the light.

<b> A tainted crown reigns over us....

Then the vision shakes almost as if the very ground
beneath it all begins to quake. The mountain shatters
and topples down on itself. Separating into several
vivid portions, shattered remains of once was.

<b> The pieces of shattered stone...

In the depths of the shadowed night, I can see
the faint glow of fireworks dancing and illuminating
a velvety darkness. Like stars themselves exploding
in the night.

<b> A celebration of fireworks...

Then I feel a cool breeze on my face and the water
stirs. I blink my eyes a few times and I'm aware that
I'm again sitting, staring at the pond; the pale
moonlight keeping the shadows away.

<b> What truth was revealed within?


<b> .: Eponine
Mi-rae Xylomancer
of the Light