User:Owlfire

Welcome to this page of silliness which makes no sense, becasue I do not know what to put here, other than a collection of writings from one and all, so let us begin with a poem: In which the format will not appear correctly, and I do not have the technical skills to remedy this!

The Chariot

By Christina N. Ayers/Owlfire Written for the Tarot collection

Sailing through time with dichotomous beasts of burden in flight, The dark or light, day or night, majestically pulling their load, The many things I have longed for have gone now from my sight, As the three of us traverse this winding, curving, rutting, endless, road.

The wheels spin with groaning shrieks as we begin to garner speed, A heavy decision presses down its liquid weight upon my breast, Fork in the road and my couriers pant, frothing at the mouth with greed, Each pulling toward their own inclination, a bitter struggle East or West.

My fingers clasping delicately the simple ring of gold which is my only hold, Through my will alone may I direct, and to this end a decision I must make. Eyes scan the path ahead in search of enemies to mow down, uncontrolled, Victory overwhelms with power I have for many lifetimes yearned to take.

All is nearly silent now except the violent hooves, blood rushes in my ears, Glimmering of strange-light catches through branches on the path ahead, What is this eerie fascination drawing me toward this light as it appears? Pulling me away from my foe, the stallion on the left rears, and I am filled with dread.

The horses flail, soon to collide, the reins tangle around the golden ring in my hand, Breathing deeply, try to calm the pure white steed struggling toward light and sky, Adrenaline rises in my gut with shivers and flames, as I flex my muscled arm to take command, No need to shout my voice would drown in the neighing screams, yet how swiftly they comply.

My weakened prey has stumbled down, to lie on icy ground, yet still breathes on, As chastised animals pull the chariot by, I see his face for the first time without looking away, Passing the unearthly luminescent glow that lingers on the Southern path like dawn, Eyes crystal clear as I head North away from all I have ever known, to follow the path of gray.

Alrighty then!