Monster Or Marvel
Before the beginning of time, so we existed.
Without a beginning or end, I tell this tale.
The Commission of the Light Empire revoked my standing as Conjurer.
Stripped me my bags of dust.
In their ignorance they had ruled against me
on my relationship with a Bearer of Life.
Those Forms had underestimated me.
They would feel my wrath.
I submerged myself in the pit of boiling ids.
Sacrificed my borrowed guise.
Inhaled the woman I love, swore not to exhale.
Then placed my hands in the flow of the rushing Blood Falls.
So I willed it. So it was done.
The Commission no longer existed.
No other Form, or speck of life existed.
Once again it was I and the void.
My bags of dust in my possession,
my lover and I would etch out our Eternity as one.
With life in her womb, we would celebrate,
perhaps conjure a new world.
A world with Forms created in my image.
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name: Monsters and Marvels
09~10~2014
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