My energy is.
My energy becomes.
My energy will be,
the movement that stirs the destiny of the world
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Q.
My energy is.
My energy becomes.
My energy will be,
the movement that stirs the destiny of the world
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Q.
Children.
A sudden noise from near a broken down wooden pushcart caught there attention.
All three turned toward the sound of terrible creaks and crackling, the sound of old wood being disturbed after a long sleep.
Their instincts kicked on high, each awaiting the moment to attack whatever hid behind the dusty barrier just in front of them, less than five feet away.
Shay and Ethan touched minds, silently powering up. It was a natural instinct now, to unify their abilities as one. They would always be more powerful as one.
Drek held deathly still. His shadow long and lean, as though he were not there, merely a piece of the scenery. No words of magic were as powerful as deluding the mind into believing there was nothing there to be afraid of, never preparing itself for the attack that strike at any moment. This was his greatest strength, stealth.
And then they appeared. The children.
They stepped from behind the cart and stood in the full light of the overhanging sun, which should have been impossible. They were hand in hand, calmly composed with serene looks upon their young faces, as though the world around them were not made of ash and dust and dirt and creeping things waiting to kill all who chanced near them.
The boy, dark-skinned with thickly coiled light brown hair, was about ten years old; close to Ethan’s age when Mother and Father, his handlers, had taken him from his home, had pulled him from the arms of his dying mom, the last survivor of his real family.
The girl, fair-skinned and red-headed, was slightly younger, perhaps eight, around the same age as when Shay realized that the world she was born into was somehow not right. Though she had known no other life, she had always sensed the way things were were not how they were supposed to be, that something at some point, long before she was born, had gone terrible wrong. A twist set in motion by the Fates, if there were such beings.
For a moment, all were silent, all stared, none moved. They were like an aged portrait from some forgotten nowhere, left to dry and droop in the harsh sun.
It was the boy who spoke first. He spoke, clear and to the point, yet his thick full lips never moved. “We are alone.”
The other three knew this was not true. Though there was no other living thing to be scene at this high-day hour, except the five who stood here, there were sleepings – or hiding – beings all around them, sheltered in place til dark.
The girl was next. It was the same, her voice was perfectly pitched, but her pink mouth did not open as she said the words. “You do not need to fear us.”
Still the other three made no attempt to reply. This could easily be a trap. The Elders were not done with them. Perhaps they had rallied and returned sooner than anticipated and were not using some illusion to get Ethan and Shay – and even Drek – to let their guards down. All eyes stared, all minds remained focused.
Then, finally, it was Shay who took a chance, against Ethan’s wishes.
No, he warned her across their mental bond, don’t. They are not true children. There is no way they would be able to survive standing in full sun like that.
That is the reason why I am doing this, Shay replied, they Elders cannot do this kind of magic. Not even they are powerful enough to override the power of the sun on human skin. We thought only we could that. And since that’s not true anymore, we need to know who they are… they could be allies, Ethan. And we need as many as possible now… even Drek.
There was still hesitation in his mind, but he understood her points.
Ethan nodded toward Shay and then she turned to the children.
“Who are you?” She spoke with real words this time, so that Drek could also hear her.
The tiny pair in unison this time, aloud using their lips to release soft and flowing words that touched the ears of the other three ever so lightly as though a breeze had gently floated near them, wrapping them in both calm and unease at feeling such a quiet calm.
“We are your friends. We have come very far. We are here to help you.” They stepped forward a few more feet, flooding their faces in even more bright midday sun, nearly illuminating their beautiful and delicate features. “We must be quick to move,” they continued as one, “There are enemies on the way. And they will arrive ahead of dark, clothed in the energy of the dark storm.”
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from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairytale by Q. Lenise Lee. All Rights Reserved 2020.
Moments uncertain
Destiny opens the path
Instincts awakens
Q. Lenise Lee
“Shall we assist them?”
They spoke, but not in a manner that any human could fully comprehend, and not in a language that any human could completely understand or speak fluently.
They existed, but not on a frequency that mankind could dwell within for more than a flash of a moment, or what they perceived to be a moment.
They constantly observed, with the children of men having only the slightest sensation of their presence.
They battled and waged great wars amongst one another and on scales so immense that the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were only signaled of their occurence by way of unpredicted and grand celestial events.
They also loved, more tenderly than any mother or father toward a newborn, and more passionately than a lover with a newfound kindred spirit.
Yet now, through all they had witnessed over the eons, since the dawning of all things, this moment had caught their fullest attention.
Great members of the House of the Pantheons stood on alert, contemplating if intervention was needed – not only to save mankind but, more importantly, to save themselves.
Man would continually evolve and regress and then return to a thinking, contemplating species only to tumble downward once more, as was his destiny, but the celestials were created to overcome such a barbaric cycle.
However, here and now, this perceived moment could potentially be the beginning of the undoing of the many layers and ribbons that enfolded the fabric of reality itself.
Hyperion, mighty king of Sol, looked, more like motioned his celestial energy toward, Theia, his wife, mother of Luna and Gaia.
She acknowledged him by casting forward a rippling wave of light energy of her own to touch the source of his being.
If they were to manifest into tender flesh, he would be in the appearance of a kind and jolly father, handsome and robust for his age; and she would be a startling beauty, too vibrant to be thought of as a mother and too enigmatic to be anything other than adored by all.
“We will wait,” was her quiet, calm reply. “They must prove themselves worthy of our help.”
He nodded.
She was correct, as always.
His wife was the more rationale one, and he, the more radical of the pair.
Where she was meditative and strategic, he was quick to action with pure emotion.
Still.
Still, Hyperion could not shake the feeling that on this particular point, she could be – dare he think it – wrong.
Perhaps not assisting the humans in this particular struggle could prove to be a mistake.
These two were different.
They were more like gods than humans.
Demi-gods, of course, but that was only a play on words and concepts most of the time.
Quickly, he returned his attention to the seriousness of the situation at hand.
Every timeline from this point forward played out before him.
The pair were victorious in none.
And in the process of losing, they would destroy half of the earth and most of the lifeforms that dwelled upon her, by accident, time and time again.
They were too inexperienced in this form of combat, and had very little knowledge as to how to truly harness, focus, and control the power that swirled erratically and chaotically within their genes.
Now bonded, they were like a nuclear inferno, with all of the correct fusions reacting all at once.
Poised to blow in all directions, consuming all things in its path.
“No, dearest,” he spoke to her in a loving wave, “you are incorrect. This bonded pair has already proven much.” He continued as his memory replayed the couple’s individual lifelines. “We have seen it, since their births, how they have already overcome many trials, traps, and adversities, and are still pulsing with a wonderfully bright beacon of purest light.”
He paused, awaiting a stern objection, but none came.
“Husband,” Theia replied, turning her glorious being in his direction. To Hyperion’s shock, she was smiling, or what a human would describe as smiling, if ever a human could see her true face without being consumed. “Finally. You see beyond passion. You see true reason. You see true purpose. And yes, I agree. My initial judgement was in err… on purpose,” she quickly added. “We will intervene…but not just yet.”
Copyright 2018 Lenise Lee Pubn
By Moonlight 2.3 : Show No Fear
By Moonlight 2.2 : Offerings and Other Things
By Moonlight 2.1 : Fire and Ice, and Sun and Moon
By Moonlight 2.0 : Rise, Queen
“Prince who became King.”
Shay turned her head toward him. A look of curiosity washing across her cinnamon complexion. Without a word spoken, she had moved her question into Ethan’s mind.
You spoke those words to me a moment ago, he said, continuing their private conversation.
They were still making a long trail down the road that led through the center of the sleeping city. Along the way, they passed a green rectangular sign hanging from a rusted metallic pole that poked high into the overhead sky. Broadway. That is what was printed on the sign in bold white letters. Ethan had been schooled thoroughly in many subjects and had easily read the wording. He conveyed the message to Shay, who had had limited schooling and had struggled with the first half of the signage. He also told her that this road had once been a main concourse for the city; a large gathering place for all of its long-gone inhabitants. She nodded in understanding. They would talk much more on the subject in days to come. For now, she only needed this small piece of information to know that this place had once been sacred to a people who had gone silent and whose children had scattered to the four winds.
Shay had chosen to keep their current conversation private because she still had no trust for the lean shadow slipping alongside them down the road, hidden in the dark shapes cast by the large piles of debris strewn by the roadside.
I don’t remember saying that, she silently whispered to him. She was slightly disturbed by this. A full minute had gone by where she had no memory of what had occurred. It was as though her mind had seized her completed, and the essence that stirred within her stomach and chest – elders had spoken the word soul once or twice when she had inquired about it, and their brows were always wrinkled with fear and worry, dread at having said the name aloud – whatever it was that made her her had gone off elsewhere, to a place she could not recall or imagine but that she knew she had been during that moment. I don’t remember anything at all. What happened?
After you tossed the snake, you came back from the side of the road. And you were different. Your eyes and hair. Your skin. It all glowed. Not like before, at the castle. This was different. Ethan paused and let his fingers slip down to the smooth, brown skin of her forearm. He turned and looked deep into the hazel of her eyes. Then you reached out and touched me and I felt a change work through me also. You went into a trance and began to speak a verse. You called me Prince who became King. He stopped a moment, trying to give her time to process what he had said, hoping that it would spike a memory of the event. Do you remember now? Deeper into her eyes, he stared, not realizing his breath had stopped in hope of receiving answers to so many questions that had stirred up in him since that moment.
Shay’s eyes drifted off to the side, breaking their stare. Her mind tried to reach and grab for any bit of memory. But only faint sparks of blue and silver danced across her inner vision. Nothing else returned.
“It is your destiny,” a dark voice, Drek’s voice, cut into the midst of their mind-bond, what the elders would have called a phaze. “You are the end and the beginning, which is why they took you and kept you and tutored you…and tormented you…to raise you as one of their own.”
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from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale, by Q. Lenise Lee
©2019 Lenise Lee Pubn.
There they stood, hand in hand, on the very edge of an unknown and unnamed universe mere moments after its birth. Swirls of multicolored dust and lights scattered and danced across a blank canvas. In what would be known as seconds, clouds of galaxies, bubbling over with new life smaller than a fleck, burst forth. In every direction, tiny diamond pinpoints raced ahead, signaling that this new creation was very pleased with how its makers had designed it.
The male, fresh-faced with an ageless appearance, looked over and smiled at the female. He watched her eyes shine and marvel at what they had just done. This same scene had replayed countless times, yet the joyous glow hovering upon her lovely cheeks always brought a renewed sensation of warmth fluttering within his chest. When they worked their magic together, every time was better than the first.
With the tip of his finger, he moved a lock of her hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.
“What shall we do now?”
It always pleased him to follow her lead. He lived to make her happy. His very existence hinged upon filling her heart with glee.
She turned to him, her gaze swimming with unspoken adoration.
“I think we should make…love.”
The corners of his mouth quirked into an impish grin.
“As you wish.”
Turning to face the new dawn and the endless horizons stretching out before them, together they strolled forth. Their flawless forms became smaller and smaller until they stood within the boundaries of the world they had just sculpted. As one, as always, they were ready and restless to explore the shores of their newest homeland.
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iamlenise
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How do you think it all began?
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i have dreamed dreams
of moons rising
of suns setting
of worlds spinning, in reverse
around castles and mountains, laid waste
echoing cries
of gods and men, long-forgotten
heroes fallen
princes reborn
hearts pierced, yearning
rose petals scattered, waiting
to become whole
to sing
to surge
to soar
to touch the gates
of highest heaven
once more..
©iamlenise
thinking about the future. hoping to forget the past. struggling through the now.
no matter what. my heart beats strong. my spirit pulses free. my mind journeys beyond the moment.
a runner. waiting for the perfect race. counting down the seconds. taking the pose. head bowed. knees arched. fingers pressed into the earth.
ready?
set?
the world crawls to an aching stillness.
all of creation fixes into perfect silence.
the pop hits the air
stay the course
keep focused
pound the dirt until every limb burns
win.
there is no other choice
i can’t stop
until i touch the void
step across the finish
bring down the boundaries
break the binds
see the eternal light
i am
victorious.
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lenise
..to capture a fleeing heart requires a miracle..who will be my savior? ~iamlenise
Write
Write til my fingers cramp
Write about everything
til the words live on their own
til I can feel my heart beat again
til the possibilities don’t scare me
til the veil is lifted
twilight gone
sun beams break free
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Write
til I find what I’m looking for
til I understand what I’m living for
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Just Write.
til I feel the kiss of forever
til I embrace what
Iam.
What..I will be.
What..I long for.
Love..so true
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will i ever find you
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~lenise~
v2
The Storm. Pierre Auguste Cot. 1880. Thought to be an artistic interpretation of Daphnis and Chloe by Longus . Currently on Display at Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY.
Like a child…with eyes pinned on the silver coin hovering within the folded cape of a starless night…I keep a constant vigil …an aching feeling that what I’m searching for…something…a wink? a smile? a nod? …will manifest…A face…a name…a purpose…a reason…Me…But who am I against the backdrop of eternity? At the beginning (and the end) of the day…of the moment…of all that is and will ever be…Where do I fit in?…Was I ever meant to?
~lenise~
what did i miss?
what word – phrase – pause – did i miss?
that would make everything – me – make sense.
pause
i’ve heard this – before – where?
why didn’t i notice – pause – then?
turn it off – pause – or turn it up?
shake off the deep – sleep – pause
or fall further?
touch – the mirror – step through?
in the end (or the beginning)
I will be, what I will be.
dusk – or – pause – dawn?
invisible – to some.
mystery – to others.
never quite what I – am
ever imagined
all
would become – pause
closure
Remember the kiss, promises sealed in forever
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Harsh winds, steer thoughts astray
But the heart always returns
to what it knows, to be
right and true
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Pure
leaves bud on awakening limbs
Eternal
twilight dipped in lavender shade
Blazing
silver trails along a golden dawn
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You, seeker
I, wanderer
You, sun
I, moon
You, love
I, in love
Always
words on a page
lives in a song
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Let the moment wash over, like a quiet summer rain
Soar to heights, beyond the rapture
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A touch of sunlight
grazing upon full lips
softer than a lover’s kiss
Feel
the pull
of destiny
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♥
The flame in my heart flickers to renewed life
Shades of creation,
richly irradiant
answer my beacon
illuminate my spirit
Against the cloak of the cosmos,
embers of love burst forth with fiery perfection
Across limitless oceans of midnight space,
flares of desire spiral into eternity
Ever onward
Under blinking stars
beneath the twilight sky
we shared a chance meeting
you and I
Shy smiles passed
between strolling strangers
Hopeful eyes wondering
had fate finally been kind
Seeking souls
silently praying
destiny would bind them
within this moment
forever
Awkward hello’s
fumbled greetings
mark the beginning
of cherished friendship
Secret dreams shared
Suddenly
no longer fearful
to believe
love can be true
even at first sight
Pulses quicken
at thoughts
of how kisses
would taste
upon nervous lips
Goodnight
yet not for always
Under blinking stars
beneath the twilight sky
we shared a chance meeting
you and I
The sacred moment
when two hearts beat
again
as one..
LL♥