Well, it's been quite a while since my last fic, but ya know...OH, you don't know? Neither do I. I ran in a 5k(3 miles) road race about a week ago. I GOT THIRD! That's better than I thought I would do. I luv running. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. School's about to start for me, waaaahhhhhh!!! It's really sad cuz I'm goin to highschool and all. From there on out, life really begins. My writing's kinda rusty, not like it was any better. But seriously folks, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! Warning: Very Short
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Illusions of a Return
A man closes his eyes.
Through sealed lids, he now sees a different and more accepting world. A world in which translucent rays of sun illuminate his long path home, like a star above his very own Bethlehem. The silent song of homecoming is encased amongst the breeze, breathing its harmonious notes into the welcoming air. The trees no longer loom precariously overhead, for they now guard over with a motherly aura those of which who travel amongst their leafy branches. Tranquility lures the soul towards its destination, clearing the rocky path of its bloody sand, and filling it with a golden earth.
The man still beholds the serenity within his visions, as his horse bids eagerness for an end, and a stable. In his mind, imaginary clouds drift by on feathery wings, leading the followers towards their fulfillment. And within those pearly bodies there lies a promise. The lost would be found, the hopeless would be enlightened, and the empty would be filled. He is enchanted by the illusory clouds as his make-believe chase ensues.
He sees the mirage of a phantom town as he is led into it.
The lost would be found...
His heart lifts jubilantly as he is greeted with echoing cheers of praises.
The hopeless would be enlightened...
He is filled with warmth, with sanctuary.
And the empty would be filled...
Man and woman alike applaud his exalted name as he rides victoriously into the city. Rose petals adorn the air like glittering rubies, lightly kissing his skin. Eyes sparkle with gratitude as the man gazes into every face. He has saved these people, and now they hold him close as a mother does her child. A warm sense of love for this man fills the streets. They honor him for his bravery, and for his return.
They honor him...
At the far end of this street, the man sees a blinding light, one which swallows all with warmth and tenderness. The hordes of people stretch in their immense numbers towards this fire, leading him with expectant faces. And in those many eyes there are promises of home, of familiarity. Now the man is not afraid to journey on towards the light, for it beckons him with an unknown tune; a tune of protection, of refuge.
Promises of home...
He succumbs to the light's warmth as it embraces him with strong arms. And now he is home.
Home...
The man finally opens his eyes. The dream has ended. The mirages have dissipated. There is no rejoicing, his people are gone, the light has vanished. He finds himself upon his horse, on a blood-stained path, where no shafts of sunlight penetrate the stifling canopy of looming trees. He sees no other world, only this dark gray one.
He cries.
He bleeds.
His mind had deceived him once more with illusions of a return.
A home that shall never unveil
As a dream that shall always seem real,
Where a people will inevitably cheer,
But they are not as they will appear.
A light that is unseen to the truth
Where what is real is uncouth,
Blinds the hero to his home
And he is doomed to always roam.
-Rosaceae
Well, the keyboard's all fuzzy and what I wrote is not all that clear to me. I should've been asleep hours ago. I can't even see the screen. Man I'm tired. Anyway, please review!!! aodjfg'kjaakn'pghie'[klhj
Rosaceae has fallen asleep on the keyboard.