I walk through the dark forest alone.
The moon illuminates my path.
I see her standing before me.
Suddenly. An angel clad in white.
Rising from the clear water creek.
Gleaming blue and silver scales.
A ****mmering blade. Rose petals rain.
The metal is presented.
One sword, one land, one ruler.
United in our differences.
I care for the sword as if a new born babe.
I cradle it in white silk. Gitter falls.
I carry this precious gem to the one who will lead us forward into an age
of
everlasting peace.
At least until the next big war.
And I am he who walks backward in time. I speak through those who saw too
much.
I am a scavenger bird. I am a voice in the wilderness.
Hear me skwawk.
GWBush, you are not the one.
