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The Healer (Telling of the New Paradise)
by ziad saliba ...thus from the Ageless Stones, the laments were sung.... ...forelonging the Mithril Spears of Heaven's Gate..laying them to rest, a melodic bait.... ....Whisper to us, Aeons of the Ancient Deep, cry the tale of the Promised Land...speak to me of the befallen Weapons, shared stars burning and damned... ....Tell me of the faded Phoenix its fire a shade, a hollow ember, a lost lamb... ...Read me what lies beyond the book of Exodus, The Holy Book..of The Invoker's drowning City of Wonder and what lies down yonder, the uncharted caves of gold and silver.. ...Listen intently to the plain desert, oh so desolate, The Storm's new Haven...Elohim's lost Daughter of Wanderings, whispering her last incantations..the anonymous identity... Oh Daylight Angelicah, with your blissful warm, send the scribe on his farewell and goodbidding, for his words will echo Their destinies... The Scribe: We are gathered in this Chamber of Candles tonight, my Children, for centuries have passed since the Twilight Days of the Children of Seven..Arch Angels have granted me with a tale, and my visions have so longed for its telling... ...Though vanity and corruption landed onto Them, only One held the power as to be doted on.... ..Scribes and Philosophers of our day chant his name as fervent prayer:..The Healer... ..Revered as one of the many agents of The New Paradise, listed among the monuments of Greek Mythology, his name bore the pride, love and entity of our new sanctity... .."COLLOSUS!" Some would hail, "Demon's Demise" others would praise... ..He was the chain of fire and water and earth linking the doomed souls..He denied the defilers...and fought the final wars. It was told that after the Daughter of Wanderings vanished and joined her Sisters of the Wisp, he wandered alone in the desert of his mind, and noble to say that his excellence of Medidation did not suffice to mend a broken spirit, but also the might of his heart, and the iron in his blood... ...Another Angel was bestowed upon him, far more ferocious and far more eloquent, beauty so divine and violent, The Healer could not but act ardent... ...The Spirits dwelling in his Forest Glade still whisper of that love: A restrained tune echoing the haunted kisses, a forbidden distance.. My Children, when the moon is full, I beseech you, walk the Glades of The Healer, watch the ravens settle on the summit of the Tree of Life..and then...listen... ..You would see above the horizon the ghost and the phoenix soaring high above the shallow waters of Atlantis...you gaze up at the sky and do not restrain your tears, my beloved, for the clouds will take the shape of two linked hands, joined in an ulitmate brotherhood... ...The Healer still walks his forests..a mythic legend of the New Paradise... Ziad Saliba, age 17, resides in Lebanon..has written so far 7 poems: Salvation, Heroes, Ultimatum, End of HeartAche, The Black Pit, HellFire and The Healer. Currently working on his new book, Angel in Colorado. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |