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Destiny's Day

 The old man, body bent in testament to the battering hands of time, stands to face the torment of the unseen foe. His anger cries forth -wasted you thunful filled dreams lost trust of people financial ruinun recognized beauty broken promises loss of faith loneliness hurt brokenheart - Surprising deep is the well and he choses to go all the way down to finally see what lies in wait; that what he has banquished to the dark over the course of his life. And as he straightens his decreped frame to face the foe he feels but cannot see, strength comes from nowhere, from everywhere to fill the body he thought was fading. THIS is his battle; this is destiny's day. He sees. It is time.  As his sword enters the body of the foe he loves as his brother they fall to the ground together, intertwined. Once inseperable. His golden tears fall in requium.  When he choses to move from the appalling stench of death so too does the skin which wraps his spirit, his heart. He kisses the corpse in respect. Standing. his old form. remains behind. in death. with death.  He has changed. Perhaps more of someone he knew long ago, perhaps more a babe, he feels so incredibly different than the man that walked in his shoes only moments before! Peace comes to warm his hand, Dream returns to guide his mind and for the first time in many moons he feels all right to lay his head upon Joy's lap. Restful is his slumber. While he rests upon this glorious spring day, the rain that begins to fall be the gentle kisses of heaven's maidens for what they again recognize in him.... Purity, honesty, love. Copyright 2003 Karen Fowlie