Shan_ss
06-20-2005, 06:08 AM
This some more of the story i started.....plz read...........thankx
At a time unknown, at place seen by few, an angel and a daemon existed as one. And on that day, there they stood like the two sides of the same coin united by their deep unrelenting love for each other. A forest of gigantic proportions could be seen to surround the partners like the protective womb of a loving mother. The forest lay at the base of Mount Virtue and featured a palette of many colours, unlimited shades of green, red, brown and gold like a gigantic jewelled necklace on the neck of a heavenly goddess. Mount Virtue was an oxymoron of contrast, her features carved by cliffs, rivers and walkways creating an image of an ancient woman full of lines and creases but still young, fresh and beautiful. Mount Virtue appeared to be crying as she looked down on our couple, the rivers of her tears streaming down into the small lake on whose bank the two stood. The forest contained many wonders ranging from the tallest of the trees to the smallest of creatures. Each of Gods creations uniting, like the pieces of a great jigsaw puzzle, to create the wondrous vision that was of the utmost pleasure to the eye of the passing pilgrim. Some of the trees were oak in type, backs bent with age or perhaps the eternal worshipers of Virtue for ever bowing and praising her and amongst the old the forever young evergreens stood somewhat jauntily somewhat scornfully as if the oaks were beneath them because of their age and servitude.
The forest was full of the energy of life, somewhat like a gigantic heart beating strong and rhythmically. Rodents, birds and mammals created a constant flow of activity somewhat like the constant flow of time. That constant flow passed the couple by apparently ignoring them and their love filled lives and even in death a scene of beauty the forest was. The dead leaves of the grandfather oaks there from the autumn of the past year, creating an image of our Everlasting Farther on the forest floor, possibly as a reminder to the couple that he loved them too. The glorious light of the sun shined brightly on that day giving the couple halos of pure brilliance, as if two saints had descended upon the land and had decided to bless the forest and mount with their presence. As they basked in each others existence the breeze sighed, as if content, as it passed peacefully on through the family of trees, causing the oaks and evergreens to sway gently. While the love struck pair stood together alone in the world apart from each other, the sound of an almost celestial melody filled the air, sung by a bird of the wilds, awoke the couple from their blissful meditation.
Seraph sighed heavily, turning his gaze from the small lake on the bank of which he and his soul mate stood. For a moment longer she stared out at the lake, watching a kingfisher as it sat perched on a branch overhanging the small mirror like lake. After a few seconds she watched as it dived majestically into the lake momentarily disturbing the smooth reflective surface and with a small chime like splash the kingfisher surfaced from the rippling water, the sunlight catching the drops of water on its greenish-blue plumage, its prey trapped in its dagger like beak. Aurora turned to face Seraph taking in the weather worn scarred features and braided hair which had been short and black when they had first met but was now long and flecked with the white of stress and age. Seraphs relaxed face contracted into a frown, Seraphs face so used to frowning had now left developed lines in amongst the scars and what should have been the face of a young man of twenty-six was the face of a man of thirty-five, his dark pupils dilating as he thought intensely.
Aurora smiled as she remembered how the intensity of his gaze used to frighten her and how they had filled with a somewhat evil somewhat god like rage when he had thought her life endangered. She looked into those intense eyes noticing the mental scares left there by the trials and tribulations they had both endured and watched his face soften and his eyes fill with a new type of intensity, Seraphs passionate gaze showed then, as clearly as the fire taken from Mount Olympus by the thief Prometheus on that fate filled dark tempestuous night, his love for her. And in those few moments as they stared into each others eyes, their connection and commitment to each other shone clearly. And if there had been any other than the pair to witnesses their gaze they would have surely sworn by all that they held dear in this earthly life, that they had seen sparks, intense like that of a new born stars first breath, fly between the couple..........................
At a time unknown, at place seen by few, an angel and a daemon existed as one. And on that day, there they stood like the two sides of the same coin united by their deep unrelenting love for each other. A forest of gigantic proportions could be seen to surround the partners like the protective womb of a loving mother. The forest lay at the base of Mount Virtue and featured a palette of many colours, unlimited shades of green, red, brown and gold like a gigantic jewelled necklace on the neck of a heavenly goddess. Mount Virtue was an oxymoron of contrast, her features carved by cliffs, rivers and walkways creating an image of an ancient woman full of lines and creases but still young, fresh and beautiful. Mount Virtue appeared to be crying as she looked down on our couple, the rivers of her tears streaming down into the small lake on whose bank the two stood. The forest contained many wonders ranging from the tallest of the trees to the smallest of creatures. Each of Gods creations uniting, like the pieces of a great jigsaw puzzle, to create the wondrous vision that was of the utmost pleasure to the eye of the passing pilgrim. Some of the trees were oak in type, backs bent with age or perhaps the eternal worshipers of Virtue for ever bowing and praising her and amongst the old the forever young evergreens stood somewhat jauntily somewhat scornfully as if the oaks were beneath them because of their age and servitude.
The forest was full of the energy of life, somewhat like a gigantic heart beating strong and rhythmically. Rodents, birds and mammals created a constant flow of activity somewhat like the constant flow of time. That constant flow passed the couple by apparently ignoring them and their love filled lives and even in death a scene of beauty the forest was. The dead leaves of the grandfather oaks there from the autumn of the past year, creating an image of our Everlasting Farther on the forest floor, possibly as a reminder to the couple that he loved them too. The glorious light of the sun shined brightly on that day giving the couple halos of pure brilliance, as if two saints had descended upon the land and had decided to bless the forest and mount with their presence. As they basked in each others existence the breeze sighed, as if content, as it passed peacefully on through the family of trees, causing the oaks and evergreens to sway gently. While the love struck pair stood together alone in the world apart from each other, the sound of an almost celestial melody filled the air, sung by a bird of the wilds, awoke the couple from their blissful meditation.
Seraph sighed heavily, turning his gaze from the small lake on the bank of which he and his soul mate stood. For a moment longer she stared out at the lake, watching a kingfisher as it sat perched on a branch overhanging the small mirror like lake. After a few seconds she watched as it dived majestically into the lake momentarily disturbing the smooth reflective surface and with a small chime like splash the kingfisher surfaced from the rippling water, the sunlight catching the drops of water on its greenish-blue plumage, its prey trapped in its dagger like beak. Aurora turned to face Seraph taking in the weather worn scarred features and braided hair which had been short and black when they had first met but was now long and flecked with the white of stress and age. Seraphs relaxed face contracted into a frown, Seraphs face so used to frowning had now left developed lines in amongst the scars and what should have been the face of a young man of twenty-six was the face of a man of thirty-five, his dark pupils dilating as he thought intensely.
Aurora smiled as she remembered how the intensity of his gaze used to frighten her and how they had filled with a somewhat evil somewhat god like rage when he had thought her life endangered. She looked into those intense eyes noticing the mental scares left there by the trials and tribulations they had both endured and watched his face soften and his eyes fill with a new type of intensity, Seraphs passionate gaze showed then, as clearly as the fire taken from Mount Olympus by the thief Prometheus on that fate filled dark tempestuous night, his love for her. And in those few moments as they stared into each others eyes, their connection and commitment to each other shone clearly. And if there had been any other than the pair to witnesses their gaze they would have surely sworn by all that they held dear in this earthly life, that they had seen sparks, intense like that of a new born stars first breath, fly between the couple..........................