A/N: James Patterson owns the flock, the voice the plot… I own this.
This is a oneshot, unless somebody reviews (hint) and tells me to add on.
Enjoy.
Let the acid rain cease,
Let the swords fall away,
Leave the weary, wounded, broken
Let them have peace for a day
For after the chaos
All will understand
The world was saved
By the angel's hand
Six of them sat in a forrest. they didn't know where they were exsactly, or what time it was presicely. They hadn't spoken in a while. Today was a rare quiet day. No chaos, no violence. nothing unexpected, nothing to wreak their moment of peace.
The first was small, blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. Eyes that had seen more horrors than anyone ever should. Eyes that were wise beyond their few years. The girl was the youngest, but not the weakest. not by far. today thought, she was six, and sitting in the sun enjoying the afternoon. Today there was no war for her to fight.
Another was laying on the grass asleep. Her skin was carmel and shining. she too was at peace, no war to fight. Nothing to prove, there was this second to live, there was tomorrow as well, but most importantly there was today.
One was sitting in the grass, ivory skin and flaming hair. He felt the world, though he did not see it. Peace for him was this day, quiet and solitary, just him and those he loved. He felt the wind play across the silken grass, felt the sun warm his face. Peace was not having to run, or stumble blindly in a world full of destruction.
There is a boy, small like the girl. With startling blue eyes, eyes that will see everything. But the boy is still young, too young to understand it all. But he knows much, he knows that these few hours of peace will be temporary. he knows that good may not always beat evil, but he knows that good will try.
The last two are wonders in themselves...
she sits in the sun, he stands in the shade, leaning against a tree. They are the defenders, the guiders, the leaders. They are alternetly weak and strong. The weight of the world sits on their sholders. That burden is theirs alone... Made to complete each other they are opposites to one another. Cold logic angainst pure emotion, darkness on light. Meant to be the ultimate warriors they are made to fight, for hummanity, for history, for all that is good.
But today there is peace, and the sheilds are lain down.
today there are these six, and this green unstained ground.
today the past fades and tomorrow looks grey but
today there is peace love and light.
let tomorrow bring what may...