A Storm Within

the crack of a whip and the fall of the beast as the great dark hunter shows feral teeth stained in the blood of its ancestral battles. This one will be fought through rain and darkness like so many others before it. This one will break bones and smash wills and vanquish dreams.

When the last bead of sweat falls to the ground far below there will be just you and I and the air thick with our vengeance for the crimes we have committed and were committed against us. A crash and slam and another before our bodies fall into a heap together with backs to, heaving and coughing the gasps of fatigue. We are spent and still angry with one another to the point of tears. We shed them in unison one by one until the earth below us swells and rolls with the winds whipping water like stones at everything it can touch. Our anger caused this and we know no longer what we were fighting for.

In an instant we find there are no more wet drops to fall from our eyes and we start laughing and with each guffaw the air cleans up like the chalk from a blackboard being swiped away by the fluff of the eraser. We laugh some more in our tribute to the blood we shed and the fight we gave and the looks upon our faces. We laughed each and every cloud away and the sun shone upon our face giving us renewed strength as we sat together watching it dip low in the water pools created by our sobs. It is setting now and the storm has passed and nothing can be heard but the rustling of the nigh' creatures and their families in search of the eternal nourishment of the eve.

Such is life and death in an instant. Such is the storm and gusts that blew us over. Such is the tempest within our hearts, for those of us with one. Such is. The weather can change at a given moment in time and then recede like the tides upon a moon phase. Thunder rolls within each and every one of you. Lightning flashes in everyone's eyes. Rain falls on all living things' faces. And the sun shines for all, even the Wamphyrii, as a means of letting us know when the storm has passed. Enjoy those moments and look back on them with the eyes of a babe. Take nothing for granted and be peaceful. If you must fight then fight until you are tired and are able to make the sky change in favor of a treaty...let it roll past. ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.