The Masks

Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare

Observation changing all before

Entangled weave of gazes entwined

To make all, that once was not,

Now there


Four masks caged in pained haunt

To build, To burn, To act, To plan

A raging storm with no end or halt

The vortex spiral of dreamland


Four masks making haste to plan all fate

Fighting for a secure place in the abyss

Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate

Creating chaos in darkened mist

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Love

The night flickered with the filaments of fireflies and the eyes of night owls and vagrant bats of all shapes and sizes as we travelled the crooked forgotten pathway to the graveyards of the hallowed grounds of the departed Etherians that had been long forgotten by the citizens of Amphyyr.

“My family was once accustomed to visiting here on the eve of every winter solstice for eons as far back as I can remember. Gaia I have such fond memories of this place. I have wanted to take you here for quite some time now”. Graven spoke in a warm and gentle tone as they continued walking slowly down the overgrown path.

The briars and brambles comforted Gaia as they moved forward for it let her know that no others had been this way for a very long time. It also let her know that her allies were very present in a time of danger if she needed them. She had become adept in her skill at clearing the forest as she walked as if a casual reverence preceded her cadence. The forest spoke to her in an honor silent as to say, “My friend we know you are among us the green carpet will now unfold. What is you destiny sire?” But never in pride did she answer her people. Never in arrogance did she approach those willing to walk with her upon her asking. Instead with playful words she spoke to them of love and compassion. Gaia knew no other way. She never abused priviledge.

“Look Gaia just beyond the horizon there in the darkened distance toward the rolling hills. Their homes could be found in the small-hilled country side. They named their village (Berth). It is now located between that large hill to your left that looks like an overgrown coconut and the smaller one on the right that is about half its size. I assume my people remain scattered about as nomads near the hill’s escarpment just fifty miles somewhere off the coast of The Dark Sea.”

"Gaia when I was a child my mother would tell us this story over and over again when we would go out camping near the edges of the villages like where we are now. Let me see if I can piece this one back together I think that you will like it. It recalls a time back even further before a time such as we are in now that was remote and simple and filled with love on all sides. It is about the Amphyyrrian Ether Beings.

"It is one of our people's common myths of how we travel through the burning funeral pyre such as all of these burned in the past and how each soul has travelled to their own personal freedoms in the ethers beyond. According to my mother's legend, her name was..is Ayn...I am the one who is remains in exile." Graven was hushed quickly by a loving gesture of Gaia.


"But Graven we are in exile together and had it not been for this grave misfortune we would never have met. So go on tell me the myth." spoke Gaia softly.

"It is fabled that the taking of the exiles is an age old custom that runs deep within the core of our people. It is said to be a purification ritual for the wrong doings of our founders that is perpetuated time (memorial)







were methodically taken from the AMPHYRRIAN ETHER BEINGs,our early ancestors.

The soul and heart of this AMPHYRRIAN ETHER BEING is fabled in myth to

have been perferctly seperated from one

another due to complete sorrow.

The Etherian soul itself is believed to have materialized into a

crystal rune stone; a quartz like brilliant stone that has been given the
name "gypsum" meaning: "Night Wanderer".

Before this stone crystalized it is also told that it covered the Earth

in liquid form before calcifying into its permanent state.

The hearts of these AMPHYRRIAN ETHER BEINGs upon death were turned into a

lucite calcified stone that attained a chalky, limestone

constitution...

A perfect heart shaped stone stained blood red with purpose.

The myth goes on to state that these two, now Earthen elements,

will rarely be found together sharing the same general space

at the same time.

It is recounted in folklore that Destiny wishes them to be separate.

In your travels should you ever be fortunate enough to come

across these two powerful elements together...

Know that the departed soul of the AMPHYRRIAN ETHER BEING shall appear and

you alone will have set his soul free from its captivity.

He will appear briefly, smile silently, then walk slowly away

never to be seen by Etherian eyes again.

He will no longer be chained to the mountains.

The blood-red heart and the quartz stone will remain with you

as his gift...

This gift a token of your own new found freed

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