In a court of subtle whites and soft blues an angel is on bended knee. His gradated wings of black to white are spread out to the sides, tips dragging the floor of marble white in supplication. His head is bowed and thick black hair hangs forward to cover his eyes the color of burnt sun. All around swirls a soft mist of white, so that nothing beyond five feet is clear to the eye. >From all around comes a voice, deep and commanding, "You are telling me Joshua, that the painter has said her name? Out loud...to her face?!?" The mist seems to shrink back a bit as the bent angel answers softly, "Yes m'lord. I do not know how, but she met him, and without using her own voice to persuade, he said her name, The one he has given her, out loud, for all nature and heaven to hear." There is a silence that seems to creep like a tiny spider out on a delicate web. "Tell me my angel, how has this happened?" Booms the voice. "M'lord, I cannot say, for I do not know." "You do not know? Is that not your job, to keep her from gaining her freedom from what she has wrought on herself!! And you kneel here before me and say you do not know!" There is a pause before, "What is her name these days?" Joshua does not shiver, as most angels would at this point, he simply bows his head lower, if that is possible, and speaks softly, "She is called Dusk." "Dusk? How appropriate..." purrs the voice, "That which brings on the horrors of the night." Soft and gentle comes another voice, "My love, perhaps it is time you let her gain her freedom. It has been so long, and she has worked so hard, so unknowing of how you thwart her at every turn. Forever is a long time dear. Maybe our little letch has learned?" "NO! I cannot believe she has come this far!! I will NOT BE DEFIED!" "But my little air fluff, she is not defying you, only crossing the bridges that you laid down before her." "Tell me wife, is it you who rules here? Or I." Again silence curls before the loud voice turns back to Joshua. "She should not have come this far angel, but I have faith that she shall not succeed in coming any further. Am I correct in assuming so?" The angel closes his eyes, and blanks his mind. And old trick. "If I did not know better, I would say you have come to care for the girl. That would anger me greatly Joshua, and you do NOT want to anger me. Be gone with ye, and do your job." ________________________ PW Secret dreams ride on poets wings... http://members.nbci.com/poetswings/ _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] with "unsubscribe dragontales" in the body of the message.
