Post by The Night's Spirit on Jul 19, 2008 1:17:44 GMT -5
Night time, is a whole other side of the earth. When darkness falls, the unseen, unheard and the scents that are unique can only be witnessed at such hours. The wind gently blows with a delicate chill and whispers through the trees. As the air is thicker than day's with all sorts of sweet summer scents, even after it rains it still remained. The smell of wild flowers, blooming blossoms, even the very grass and pines give off such a beautiful scent that one can't help but wonder why we sleep the night away. In the sky above, the clouds moved slowly and left spots of naked stars. If lucky, there is a peek or a shade of the moon behind a silky veil of clouds.
BT walked through the sueded forests alone on a night such as this. The feel of the moist air, the sweet, lush smells and the soft, natural music of night played continuously-but never always the same. From crickets, frogs, night birds, the breeze and perhaps some other mysterious soundscapes were all it consisted of. The forest was dark, but BT felt no fear in the this darkness, she felt safe and a sense of belonging, and peace. As she slowly walked, each step silent, she took off the heavy, worn metal armor she wore on her chest, sat it down on the moist ground. It's dents and scratches made it look like it had been placed there many years ago. She even unclipped her cloak and let it fall onto the damp grass and leaves. BT even threw down her sword, leather gloves, coat, shoulder armor and welcomed the night air to touch her soft, sheltered skin. Under all that armor, she wore light cloths. One would say, she felt free again. Free from the war, fighting, and the pain that bound her to her sword. Quietly, she strolled through the forest, taking in everything like she was in heaven. As she walked on, her hands brushed up against the dewed leaves from surrounding brushes. It felt cool against her skin, like it was the purest of waters. This night, called BT from her very soul. She yearned for the night to never end, if only the world could be this peaceful every day.
It was only these summer nights that were the most delightful. Winter nights had a eerie silence, with a blanket of white snow upon everything it touched. The pale moon would hang above, quiet, alone and still. In the fall, there would be gusty winds that would blow the colorful leaves from their beloved trees they were born of and be carried off with the breeze. The night air would leave behind a crispy, spicey-sweet smell of leaves and tree baring nuts. The moon usually hid behind the puffy clouds, only to peek out once every hour. In the spring, it was a burst of scents and songs. The awakening of night birds, frogs, crickets: who all sing their magnificent intro of the new life being born. This was the time of all the fruit-bearing trees to blossom and fragrance the air with lush scents. At this time of the season, the moon would hang far into the south, hidden behind most trees in the horizon. Little herds of clouds would pass by.
All these memories of the seasons, made BT's heart cry out. She still got to witness these feelings each season that would pass by, but it was the never the same as when she was a child. The spirit of it had disapeared. She could reach out to it, but never touch it-until this night. The war was finally coming to an end and the earth was rejoicing and preparing for the rebirth with life after the winter to come. For the snow that will come, will turn red in the night and the moon shall be hidden from the slaughter.
Oh! If only she had someone to share the feeling within her passionate heart with others. But not when everyone sleeps and closes their hearts out to the world around them, can she. BT now stood far into the forest, away from any sign of man on either side of her. Moonlight filtered in through the trees above, lighting the forest floor with a pale white. Drops from the rain before fell upon her as a breeze filtered through. Her bronze-red hair whipped with it, she tried to conceal it from blinding her eyes of the beauty about her. Her body moved slow like the breeze itself, almost like she was apart of it. She stopped and twirled with her arms open, smiling with the little joys she found in her heart. Sometimes, she felt a little greedy and wanted to keep this all to herself. For she felt that no one, could receive the same feeling that she received from these moments.
Within the darkness, she found an easy tree to climb up. She placed herself near the top, so she could feel the breeze and hide herself away so she could have the night all to herself. BT could see the moon now, it stood still in the sky, with the twinkling stars. The air was still crisp and cool, her very breath came out in soft mysts. Now up high, she could see a light fog build up on the forest floor like a silky blanket. Off in the near distance, she could hear a mysterious animal call. It didn't fright her, perhaps it was rejoicing the night as she did. This was paradise. Who said heaven was always bright and gold? Soon every night will be restored like this, and the earth would repair from the war that was like a virus, that had took it's toll upon all the land and living things. This moment, was the earth in it's greatest hours during the virus. BT felt, this was the promise that everything will be restored, that not much longer shall she suffer.
The world became silent, BT looked around herself. Her heart began to pace as a fear began to surge through her body from deep within. The feeling of the air and the tree disapeared, replaced with a feeling of laying upon cushions. Suddenly everything went into complete darkness and the smell of furniture, musty carpet, exhaust, dust and all the other many scents that collaborated as one horrible, choking smell came to her scenes. The sounds of people talking, motorized vehicles, and all the many hustles broke the sweet serenity of the forest song.
“No!... NO!” her voice said within her mind, desperately and pleading. Next there came a bright light from the light bulb above that was on most of the time. BT's heart still raced as it screamed to return to where she was and at the reality of the world around her at this moment. Her heart wanted to go back, back to the promise that was made. Looking up at that light bulb, she laid on the couch in Devon's apartment, who was away on his duty to save his world. Silently, tears fell from her eyes and her chest swelled with a horrible pain. Without needing to look, was a reminder of where she really was, and doing: her new armor sat on a chair by the table, and her new sword was on the floor beside the couch close to her right hand, always still close. Still... she was bound for more blood and war, this time without a promise of freedom or a time of peace in the forest of night time dreams.
BT walked through the sueded forests alone on a night such as this. The feel of the moist air, the sweet, lush smells and the soft, natural music of night played continuously-but never always the same. From crickets, frogs, night birds, the breeze and perhaps some other mysterious soundscapes were all it consisted of. The forest was dark, but BT felt no fear in the this darkness, she felt safe and a sense of belonging, and peace. As she slowly walked, each step silent, she took off the heavy, worn metal armor she wore on her chest, sat it down on the moist ground. It's dents and scratches made it look like it had been placed there many years ago. She even unclipped her cloak and let it fall onto the damp grass and leaves. BT even threw down her sword, leather gloves, coat, shoulder armor and welcomed the night air to touch her soft, sheltered skin. Under all that armor, she wore light cloths. One would say, she felt free again. Free from the war, fighting, and the pain that bound her to her sword. Quietly, she strolled through the forest, taking in everything like she was in heaven. As she walked on, her hands brushed up against the dewed leaves from surrounding brushes. It felt cool against her skin, like it was the purest of waters. This night, called BT from her very soul. She yearned for the night to never end, if only the world could be this peaceful every day.
It was only these summer nights that were the most delightful. Winter nights had a eerie silence, with a blanket of white snow upon everything it touched. The pale moon would hang above, quiet, alone and still. In the fall, there would be gusty winds that would blow the colorful leaves from their beloved trees they were born of and be carried off with the breeze. The night air would leave behind a crispy, spicey-sweet smell of leaves and tree baring nuts. The moon usually hid behind the puffy clouds, only to peek out once every hour. In the spring, it was a burst of scents and songs. The awakening of night birds, frogs, crickets: who all sing their magnificent intro of the new life being born. This was the time of all the fruit-bearing trees to blossom and fragrance the air with lush scents. At this time of the season, the moon would hang far into the south, hidden behind most trees in the horizon. Little herds of clouds would pass by.
All these memories of the seasons, made BT's heart cry out. She still got to witness these feelings each season that would pass by, but it was the never the same as when she was a child. The spirit of it had disapeared. She could reach out to it, but never touch it-until this night. The war was finally coming to an end and the earth was rejoicing and preparing for the rebirth with life after the winter to come. For the snow that will come, will turn red in the night and the moon shall be hidden from the slaughter.
Oh! If only she had someone to share the feeling within her passionate heart with others. But not when everyone sleeps and closes their hearts out to the world around them, can she. BT now stood far into the forest, away from any sign of man on either side of her. Moonlight filtered in through the trees above, lighting the forest floor with a pale white. Drops from the rain before fell upon her as a breeze filtered through. Her bronze-red hair whipped with it, she tried to conceal it from blinding her eyes of the beauty about her. Her body moved slow like the breeze itself, almost like she was apart of it. She stopped and twirled with her arms open, smiling with the little joys she found in her heart. Sometimes, she felt a little greedy and wanted to keep this all to herself. For she felt that no one, could receive the same feeling that she received from these moments.
Within the darkness, she found an easy tree to climb up. She placed herself near the top, so she could feel the breeze and hide herself away so she could have the night all to herself. BT could see the moon now, it stood still in the sky, with the twinkling stars. The air was still crisp and cool, her very breath came out in soft mysts. Now up high, she could see a light fog build up on the forest floor like a silky blanket. Off in the near distance, she could hear a mysterious animal call. It didn't fright her, perhaps it was rejoicing the night as she did. This was paradise. Who said heaven was always bright and gold? Soon every night will be restored like this, and the earth would repair from the war that was like a virus, that had took it's toll upon all the land and living things. This moment, was the earth in it's greatest hours during the virus. BT felt, this was the promise that everything will be restored, that not much longer shall she suffer.
The world became silent, BT looked around herself. Her heart began to pace as a fear began to surge through her body from deep within. The feeling of the air and the tree disapeared, replaced with a feeling of laying upon cushions. Suddenly everything went into complete darkness and the smell of furniture, musty carpet, exhaust, dust and all the other many scents that collaborated as one horrible, choking smell came to her scenes. The sounds of people talking, motorized vehicles, and all the many hustles broke the sweet serenity of the forest song.
“No!... NO!” her voice said within her mind, desperately and pleading. Next there came a bright light from the light bulb above that was on most of the time. BT's heart still raced as it screamed to return to where she was and at the reality of the world around her at this moment. Her heart wanted to go back, back to the promise that was made. Looking up at that light bulb, she laid on the couch in Devon's apartment, who was away on his duty to save his world. Silently, tears fell from her eyes and her chest swelled with a horrible pain. Without needing to look, was a reminder of where she really was, and doing: her new armor sat on a chair by the table, and her new sword was on the floor beside the couch close to her right hand, always still close. Still... she was bound for more blood and war, this time without a promise of freedom or a time of peace in the forest of night time dreams.