The room erupted in a grand uproar as the belly of this fixed four-sided figure crumbled from beneath, unable to catch my footing I leaped into the cyclone of nothingness expecting to spiral into a dark endless fate. With no light to guide my mind; down is now up and I’m unsure which way I’m going. A force of energy jerks me from side to side, in fear of what suppressed evil has grabbed a hold of this moment, my body goes limp to reserve the strength needed to wield my battle sword once again (A war that can only be won in the spirit)….A back flash of the great collision rolls upon me. A life conflicted; I prepare for battle… the persistence of The Great Collision of 1692 continues
In dream I am champion and my faith is a weapon, my spirit possess the strength of thousands as I ride the storm wall before the downfall of peace amongst two sides awaiting the darkness of a past life to fall in from all corners allured by the gleam of my battle sword (their sickness feeds on the light of my happiness) but there will be no shadows cast upon this moment, my light shall rise! With faith I’ll destroy them all, reminisce of shame, sorrow and disheartenment will be wiped from my core. Clearing the path for his grace to rein, I refuse to continue to carry the weight of a charlatan’s pelt. A guise of a common mans treasure, a misperception of worth will not swathe my spirit again.