The Chronicles of Michael(pt.3)

You only see what you want to...

do you see the man? lying on the old streets, he's not looking For a quarter. he's not there because he's poor. he's there because his son doesn't want him. Like a christmas tree at the start of spring. do You see him?
or Are you too caught up in your misery to see his misery? Will you drop a coin, or do you drop to your feet? if he Asked You to sit down and listen, Would you have the tIme? or are you caughT up in tHe rush? why, why do you rush? is there something you have to do that you will not slow down for your fellow Man? why do you fEel there is some race you need to win? who will you stop for? a stranger? a friend? your lover? your child? will you stop for god? will you stop if someone can't keep up? or do you run them over, like the way you've been thought?

The Chronicles of Micheal (prelude)

Prelude

"The light will lead you, youlwilloknowvtheiwaynwhengyou see it." he could still hear the orcale say. Her words to him were like a whisper now, slowly fading into the wind.
"What if there is no light? What if there is no path for me to see?" Michael thought to himself. He was growing weary, every step he took was like a walking a mile. There seemed to be no end to the dense forest, the sun had disappeared over the horizon hours ago and he was all alone, cold and dark. He prayed, asking for strength to go on. He had to go on, if he stopped god knows what manner of wild beast will seek to tear him apart.
He knelt down for a moment. Putting his hands together he closed his eyes.

As he opened his eyes he looked around him, he was still in the forest. But something was different. It wasn't dark anymore, It was like the sky was bleached whiter than white. He could see clearly in the forest. He got off his knees and began walking. He could see a cobble stone road in the distance, it was far off, but he could make it. He had to.

And so after an hours' travel he arrived at the yellow brick road. It had two paths, and upon each path was a message chipped into the road. One said, "Where this road goes no one knows." And the other, "Walk me and i shall return you to where you were."
And he looked upon the two paths and thought for a moment, before continuing on.
He mumbled to himself: " You would know why i chose the road i chose, if you knew where i came from..."

Chronicles of Michael(pt.2)

One more step to no return, One more step to flight...

To the West ye fools. Art Thou Blind or Art Thou stupid? Ye infestation, Ye vermin of horid plagues. Travel West....


Tonight he flies, cause he can wait no more. He sees the rose on the other side of the chasm.
Aim, Run, Jump. The leap of faith, the path of
Kings.The yellow brick road. The Road of the anicents.
Everything else matters not. All he can see is the rose before him. There are no thorns behind, no fire, no pain just the rose.

Mighty is his jump, swift are his legs. He can't reach the other side. Not without her help.
Yesterday he watched her from the otherside, today he can wait no longer. Now or never,
His future is now. His fate in his hands. Hecan'tsitand watch the beauty go by he can't watch it fade.
A Crumble of dirt rolls under his feet. Dust rises with each step he takes. He gains speed for the jump.
No way back. Only the chasm stands in his way. He can't make it alone, that much he knows
Do the gods smile upon him? Or will he fall eternally? Who will save the one who can't save himself?

The Chronicles of Michael(pt.1)

Enim Eb, The Steps to the Runway...

Will you be my shoulder? When i'm gray and older? Promise me tomorrow starts with you getting high...

There across the chasm, there it was. A sight to behold. It caught his eye and it would hold on to it forever. For an eternity he stood there, gazing at the rose he would never hold. His eyes would never move and he knew his would never feel the softness of the rose. But he watched it from across the chasm and that brought a painful joy to his heart. At least he felt joy...

Deep the chasm was,
If he could he would fly but alas his wings were
Long gone. A Sacrifice he had made, an eon ago, wasit worth it?
Yes, no,a lifetime ago, he would have said yes. He didn't know anymore.
So across the chasm he remained, never able to grasp the rose in his hand...

Beautiful it was, glowing ever brightly in the
Evening light, the glow would never leave,
Morning, noon or night. There it stood, leaving hope
In his heart. A joy he would
Never know in the rest of his eternities. Some how, just gazing was
Enough for him. And there he would remain for eternity.