At the edge of the broken kingdom stands a new king. He surveys the ruins all alone. Ready to begin his new battle. His new crusade. His discovery.
Behind him, the sun rises in all its magnificence. He is silhouetted against the blood red sky, his figure imposing on the kingdom that lies ahead of him. The light falls gently on the broken kingdom, bursting through every broken doorway.
From behind the rubble the child watches him plot her uncharted future. She does not know it yet. Nor does he. For now she looks at him, while he sees the future.
The ruins are not the same anymore. The kingdom is coming to life. The king has returned.
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mesmerising read!
hey .:a:.
could you please tell me how you got the moonlike background for your blog.
nice! it somehow seems connected to your previous blog entry...
Happy New Year! a li'l late though...
nice! it somehow seems connected to your previous blog entry...
Happy New Year! a li'l late though...
Vivid imagination .:A:.
King had to return...who else will bring his kingdom to life?
A certain pleasure to be gained from ruins...
nice imagery liked it.. reminded me of Aragon in LOTR going through the PATH OF THE DEAD...
cheers
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This narrative conjures up images of a Sphinx in my mind...for it is the Sphinx that comes to life from the ashes....from the ruins....
while he sees the future.
I wish I could see it too....
maybe they are looking at the kingdom of heaven... but who knows if this is the end or the beginning... the process has begun, but will it not end?
a very hopeful mood...
the imagery your words evoke is amazing. :)
Nice!
It's scary. Having someone plan your future for you. Reminds me of parenthood!
Moving words as always.
as always.. love your posts!
A golden age of imperial splendor set and another is rising, This reminds me of the egyptian classic history.
Long live the king!
btw, i voted for you :)
Fascinating intersection of two people - one holding so much cloaked power over the other. The ruins are a mesmerising backdrop.
mystic piece.
beautifully described!
how everything material gets a new owner..... so quickly...
who are you?
i want to know you as more than just a mere alphabet, to reach out to you, for your writing makes me feel like i'm falling into an abyss, weightless, heady, on a high.. and empty
english, after reading this brilliant piece, i was curious to read all the comments to see what others got from it, if their capture of it would be similar to mine. funny how we get such different things from the same words. (for this reason i try to stay out of the way of my readers' interpretations.) this one of yours, however, is especially profound to me. this writing is a message to all of us to be an active participant, even an initiator, in repairing the world around us, for in so doing we are creating the future of the children in our shadows...
brilliant, brilliant piece...
beautiful!!!...and intriguingly optimistic!!!...wonderful!!!
I feel like this is the beginning of a story and I want to know the rest
promising....and the lanscape is beautifully painted by ur words
the king is mesmerizing.
beautiful! this post kind of started from where your last post finished.
I agree with feminine expressions in regard to being an active participant in our world for the good of the future.
For me I got a sense of 'connection' - how our lives are all somehow part of a chain link.
Good strong imagery with this piece.
hallo! longggggggggggg time since ivebeen in here...i see your imagination is as creative as ever!
i dont know why but i really like everything and anything about the medieval ages...loved it when we had art history...this brought back so many memories of us going to see paintings together as a class.( even thought this post might not have been REMOTELY medieval..lol)
ok shut up now grafx
looks like u r very busy .:A:.
what a great display of domination from life's trials. When you fall down, get up! get up! hold your head high, don't give up..
This is a wonderful beginning. To what? who knows? It sounds like the first page of a great novel (fiction or non). Such a poignet piece in so few lines.
Lovely imagery :)
happy New Year, :A:
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