Flames

Flames cascade and rise high, walls of crimson and orange touching the sky. Surrounded by hundreds of evil creations, The flames break, showing two eyes, just as intense as the fire, as The Fox with Wings slowly walks into the face of his hatred. Knowing My enemy to my front, and the flames behind me, i scream to the sky, and rush head first into the heart, tearing an ripping, fighting with all that i am, ignoring the cuts and stabs, the mind-numbing pain, and the blood running off of me. One goes down, then another, then ten, then fifty. Breathing hard, barely standing, I see the bodies of evil, and a wave of relief falls over me. Suddenly a blinding white flashes before my eyes, making me jerk my head backward to see a sword through my chest...Before i can strike, the entity dissapears, and my vision blurrs. It is finally too much to take..and my legs fall before me. I feel the blood-soaked fur on me, and so many feathers around me, that my wings look bare..Its too much..and as my vision fades to black, i wonder if it was enough...Will i wake up..Or will this dream keep going...

in this absence of decision and direction, wandering isn't such a bad thing. through wandering, we can make some of the biggest discoveries in our lives...Who we are, is a constant change.Why we are, even more so. But What is in our heart..is the stone wall in which we build our kingdom..in which we house our children, and shelter our friends..Dont be afraid if a few stones crumble and fall, when you are lost without a way to go, because your wall, is the the strongest part of you..the most true part...the part that never ends..

Alone

Walking under the Star-covered abyss that is our night, alone, feeling broken and beaten, i fall to my knees. As tears stream down my cheeks, i scream to the night, i slam my fist to the ground, demanding answers that will never come, feeling cold darkness consume the every space around me..Lip quiver and body tremble, i try to rise, only to find that i am defeated..Collapsing on the ground, i begin to accept the fate that seems inevitable, yet unfair. With a flash of lighting, I see an image of a Fox with Wings staring at me through the darkness, with deep dark eyes that peer into my soul. As the lighting fades, so do i..fading into the dark..

.I open my eyes..but i find...im no longer the person i recognize...but i feel the same..I am not a who...now I feel it..I feel the fur across my skin...and the feathers across my back..I Am a Fox...A Fox...With Wings...

Unknown

Sitting in an ordinary place, thinking extraordinary thoughts, my world becomes unclear and distorted, swirled and blurred, so much so that i lose all sense of time and space, falling prey to my own creation. I just so happen to find, that before me, is a cloud, and inside the cloud, i see...i see a man who is grown, holding the hand of a girl who is not, eyes locked, smiles beaming. She looks like him, tan skin, dark hair, with dark brown fox eyes, and a sideways smirk that can reassure anyone. She lets go of his hand, and faces me..walking closer, until she is right in front of me, with her palm out. "Daddy...I know that things get tough..But it will get better...I know what you want...and we both know you wont stop until you get it..so keep going...Keep chasing after it dad...You will be the best...and your family will love you for it...and you..will be...so proud...I love you dad...so don't give up...keep growing..and come back to me one day...." I feel a finger against my cheek, and a smirky-smile look back at me, as the clouds start to swirl, and the image fades..Is this a dream? Could it be a glimpse into my future..Or is it just the aching wish of my own heart. In the back of my mind, i hear a phrase.."One can't rush these things...but until then..until your heart is given..until your heart is got...you have to Keep Moving Forward..". Instead if watching..i let myself step back, a faded image lasting long after the cloud has vanished. Slowly the world stops spinning, and the world becomes sharper. I open my eyes to find a world that i have long been in, but something is different..I look around, and nothing has changed. I listen..and nothing sounds out of place..yet something is different. I see a reflective mirror..and i know what has changed. Myself. Not my looks, or my clothes..but my eyes..I see something in them that i have not seen..I see my eyes looking back at me...But i see more than just my own...

Worlds

Inside of the focused world i find myself wandering in, I am the focal point..I know everyone has their own world, their revolution...any of which they are the star..But in my own. i am a prisoner to the orbiting moon, gazing a cold stare down , casting a shadow upon my soul...No matter how central, now intricate i am in my world, it seems that i am just a tool to lesser bodies in my world. I am bigger in my world. I am stronger in my world. Yet afraid to disturb the balance, to shift the balance of power, i let myself fall to the whim of the moon, only to slowly notice that i myself, am becoming darker..starting to find my own stare back at the moon, and i feel it. At first, a small rumble..then a shake..then the moon is a little further away, its gravity thrown off, and i am slowly starting to control its orbit...Is this what i need to become? Do i need to control the balance, instead of letting it be controlled by another...