I've written this for the loveliest of lovely people, littlexkiller, in response to a spectacular thought-exposing piece she wrote for me. Cheers :)
I write pictures with wooden brushes and plastic colors, starlight shone through the edges of the page upon which I pour a multitude of colored void and living nebulae of thought.
On a battlefield I dance, memory of the trees, and music of the wind to guide me.
Luna sits, and waits.
Upon ancient flagstone I bleed the history of a place unknown to anyone but myself.
She watches it unfold before her eyes.
I can see the constellations of a faraway land, and the moonlight shining through silver-lit trees, wind breezing lazily through the growing grass of a foreign field.
"I've been there before, in a far-off dream."
A wildflower blooms alone among the rocks against which the sea crashes desperately, bashing, falling and begging to be free. I know the secrets of this animate ocean, this promise-keeper, river-mother and stone-turning madness. She whispers to me, all the way up in my tower I hear her.
"I was six, maybe seven, when I first heard her song."
"Come," she says, "run to us," they cry.
"I think I'll go with her again, perhaps just once more."
And so, in the middle of the night, Diana guides my heart, and leads me to the tallest mountain of my palace and looks with me over my kingdom. Beside me I can hear the flutter of her hair and the beating of her maiden heart under armor of steel, porcelain, ivory. My hand she holds as she tears down walls and plants and streetlamps among the living trees.
"I knew this place long ago, and remember it well."
When the sun begins to fall, and the river rushes faster, I smell the roses in the desert over the hill.
"And their scent; that too, I can remember."
That is when I see her. My lady knight walking with the night beside and all around her. Even I cannot see where she ends and it begins. I cannot see where I begin myself, lady daytime and dawn suffers lovely night.
"This is the most beautiful place in all my memory."
I am lost in my own creation watching Kali draw the blood of those who fell before me, to rain down on my skin and soak the flagstones upon which I sit. She slays me where I am.
"I think I'll miss it when I'm gone."
The flash of a knife caught Luna's eye, too quick for her to stop it. It was this blade's sharp anguish that brought her back to life, if only for a moment before Time ran out.
The battle began once again, and Luna was lost in the din.