Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
Henry Ward Beecher
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right.
John Donne
John Donne
He who has faith has... an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence, calmness, and assuring trust that all will come out well - even though to the world it may appear to come out most badly.
B. C. Forbes
B. C. Forbes
The Demon falls to his knees…
The Sword of Destiny has been swung. The demon can only watch as the glittering blade draws near, knowing not what will be of him. “One True Master…” he prayed, “elphay emay….”.
With arms wide opened, face directed to foot of the Throne of Haven, the glorified child of Agnus abdicate his fate to the Wielder of the Sword of Destiny. Salty drops of sadness seeping from the side of the Demon have blackened eyes. In his subdued state, he felt an odd sense of warmth – the warmth of love…
He opened his blackened eyes and saw the most beautiful of sights. There, by the foot of Haven’s Throne, adored by the nubes, hovers Diana – the mass that lights the absence of Apollo. The radiance of her beauty stops the incoming blade of the Sword of Destiny…
Twas the time when the pious bowed,
Day of Ecclesiastical,
16th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus…
As if haven and hell have both heard his prayers, the Princess has disclaimed the Consigno Adoris sacrifice. Serenity and calmness once more visit the troubled brimstone citadel of the Demon’s heart. Love that has turned into hatred has once more become love.
In the twilight that follows the time when the Demon slained the beasts that menaced the child of Artemis and Hermes with the Blade of Candor, stood the Demon blanketed by the coldness of the night. He opened his blackened eyes and saw the most beautiful sight. There, by the foot of Haven’s Throne, adored by the nubes, hovers Diana – the mass that lights the absence of Apollo…
The sight of Diana made him kneeled to the haven.
Head bowed to womb of Gaia, he whispered to the One True Master, “My liege! Vouchsafe unto me steadfastness and make me die as men who have surrendered unto Thee…”
Twas the rites taken from the Apex - one of the chapter in the Scripture of Truth. It is the rite of the humbled heart. Befitting the circumstances that have occurred have once again humbled the Demon. A revelation that truly thought him of the might of the Wielder of the Sword of Destiny.
16th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus…
This is the tale of the Demon – child of Agnus.
The Sword of Destiny has been swung. The demon can only watch as the glittering blade draws near, knowing not what will be of him. “One True Master…” he prayed, “elphay emay….”.
With arms wide opened, face directed to foot of the Throne of Haven, the glorified child of Agnus abdicate his fate to the Wielder of the Sword of Destiny. Salty drops of sadness seeping from the side of the Demon have blackened eyes. In his subdued state, he felt an odd sense of warmth – the warmth of love…
He opened his blackened eyes and saw the most beautiful of sights. There, by the foot of Haven’s Throne, adored by the nubes, hovers Diana – the mass that lights the absence of Apollo. The radiance of her beauty stops the incoming blade of the Sword of Destiny…
Twas the time when the pious bowed,
Day of Ecclesiastical,
16th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus…
As if haven and hell have both heard his prayers, the Princess has disclaimed the Consigno Adoris sacrifice. Serenity and calmness once more visit the troubled brimstone citadel of the Demon’s heart. Love that has turned into hatred has once more become love.
In the twilight that follows the time when the Demon slained the beasts that menaced the child of Artemis and Hermes with the Blade of Candor, stood the Demon blanketed by the coldness of the night. He opened his blackened eyes and saw the most beautiful sight. There, by the foot of Haven’s Throne, adored by the nubes, hovers Diana – the mass that lights the absence of Apollo…
The sight of Diana made him kneeled to the haven.
Head bowed to womb of Gaia, he whispered to the One True Master, “My liege! Vouchsafe unto me steadfastness and make me die as men who have surrendered unto Thee…”
Twas the rites taken from the Apex - one of the chapter in the Scripture of Truth. It is the rite of the humbled heart. Befitting the circumstances that have occurred have once again humbled the Demon. A revelation that truly thought him of the might of the Wielder of the Sword of Destiny.
16th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus…
This is the tale of the Demon – child of Agnus.
4 comments:
write a book that rivals LOTR already!
i'll take that as a compliment...
but then, i have no intention of writing a book to rival another book...
just wanna write my tales.
Is that why your nick is demonsinme? I don't get the plot of it, but as I go along and read tale after tale, it all adds up, to what though, I've got no idea.
heya kiddo,
there's no plot, no story lines, no script...
i just want to tell of my tales - the things i saw, experienced and learned in the course of the demon's life...
to what it would add up to - i dunno. nobody knows.
THESE ARE MEANINGFUL WORDS WITH WEANINGLESS MEANINGS...
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