THE BLOG - old things

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I

Step by step he climbed making his way to the very top of the ziggurat, his blue-black cloak billowing around him as if in swirls of cosmic abyss.
Reaching the shrines colonnade he entered with assured strides and went straight to the central cauldron, which stood now cold and empty for all these long years. He climbed up into the cauldron and with a flowing movement pulled out a bottle of oil pouring it over his head, while with the other hand he conjured a flame out of thin air that burned bright red in his palm.
He looked up to the hole in the dome and shouted up at the skies: “If the gods have forgotten their children and refuse to come to us, then we will come to them and rise to the heavens lit by the flame of our conviction!”
With these words he set himself on fire. The flames covering him from foot to head. In just a few seconds he became a human torch. His arms rose to the side as he screamed: “I am a child of the stars, you cannot deny me my flight!”
At this point scorching wings of flame erupted from his back and he took flight breaking through the dome shooting as an arrow straight for heaven.
A comet circling the globe signified the coming of a new age and once again the fires of heavenly spirit burned across all nations as beacons to guide those that dared to defy an earthly fate.

II

and so he seared through the dark sky like a burning star. he watched the cities full with their ant-life below, he watched as they were all busy with their mundanity, ceaselessly in endless pursuits of lesser goals, engaged in ridiculous quests even during the beautiful and starlit night that had come on them as usual, yet ever so enchanting and miraculous. this enwreathing darkness always served as a refuge to him, chanelling through his very awareness like a soothing breeze.

sky was low tonight, it hung over the cities below like a massive and dark force about to crush on earth and wreck everything, though no one below ever managed to percept it, for them the sky was just a sky. just a constant and vast appearance that is always there. but for him the sky was the only place where he felt like home, whatever the concept of home was to him. for him, the sky was the eternal temple of peace, where different winds from different places of the earth cradled him away in his endless oblivion of wisdom - a future for which he had craved so much that he had once lit himself in the flames of conviction and took flight towards the sky, marking his goal as the further end of the universe. ablaze in the divine fire thas was fuelled by his fears, he wanted to know, he wanted to feel, he wanted to reach out... until there would be nothing new to know.

with wings of fire gloriously spread he fell through the clouds, yearning for their caress and the ultimate peace that was held within them. his sadness was spreading through his surroundings and altering the reality, it went in all directions like a ripple of water, like an infection it devoured the clouds and remade them, until they hung dark and massive, filled with storm. a flash of anger... a flash of lightning! and the rain started to pour down heavily. the city below began to soak, all the dirt and filth was washing away from the streets, purifying and relieving it.

and there it was - a little girl came out onto the street and lifted her gaze towards the sky. she enjoyed the rain. she felt it contained some strange force that made her skin tingle in a pleasant sensation. she enjoyed it as within seconds she was completely soaked, holding her eyes wide, watching as the raindrops fall down, occasionally hitting in the eyes and blurring the vision. and then through the wall of the rain she saw something. on the edge of her sight there was a hint of a winged shape, floating in the sky. she closed her eyes and smiled.