Whispers in the dead of night,
one by one trickling down to the earth.
A name dropped
"Ugiel."
A rumor not so far away,
"A baby, a new life, Mahalah."
A look into what has not yet come to pass
El, God, Ford.
The wildfire of whispers, rumors, embellishes follow,
like the murmurings of servants in their master's halls.
"no birth, but yes life there is life.
A world of control,
of power,
of illusion."
The confusion of the whispers increase
"This, this obsession of happiness,
This, this obsession of control,
This, this acceptance of sin,
Of deadly sin."
The whispers die down,
they fade into day.
Their light no longer reflecting onto their earthbound twins.
A binding oath is sworn,
one life joined to another in a life changing ceremony.
The whisperers turn to watchers.
Wings flutter,
a band is passed from one to another.
The light has faded
the wind of words reach down,
a gentle breeze starts blowing
"The love,
the passion,
the romance.
The lust,
The obsession,
The tool."
The twins below listened without answer.