Here, Again.

Tonight, again, the waves hit against her legs as she falls slowly into the waters.

What do the sparrows chirp of this time?

The dragon falls, and the sun rises.

The sparrow falls and the moon shines.

The angels sing, and the girl cries.

"Where do I go?!" she screams into the void.

"Where may I rest? Under the risen sun? Above the moon's reflection?"

In agony, she kneels. No one to listen to her voice.

Her dreamscape, forever water, formed by the dragon, led by the sparrows, guided by the angels...

Shackled to the chains of time, woven to the string of fate.

They give her choices, but choices she rather not make.

Lying north-west, a mare shining silver, holding a golden flame.

Standing north-east, a lion shining gold, holding a white flame.

Towards the south-west, a blue spider lily.

Headed south-east, a red spider lily.

Would she head towards the flame of lies, or the ice of solitude?

To immortality, or eternal resurrection for as long as she lived?

She collapsed onto the ground.

The dragon flew once more, and the sparrow doth perch.

Would it not be best to stay in the waters, with the angels, centered in their warmth?

If this was my dream, her mind spoke, why can I not stay?

But humans aren't meant to sleep forever, and she wakes up once more.

A choice has been made, and she got off the floor

which she had rolled off her bed onto the night before.

Away from the world, she tottered across the floor.

Under the portrait where she sat.

But there were no tears, for they had become ice.

A choice has been made, and she went to her grandfather's chest.

From it, a six-shooter barrel.

Silver bullets for the ones who had wolfed down her childhood, the life she swore to destroy.

Her childhood of lesser tears, and more joy.

They did no longer exist, for that string had been snapped.

All that's left, a lion, and a mare.

And a rabbit, who shan't die in the hands of regret.

Heart hardened, but her hands wet with sweat.

The sparrows were shot down that night where she fell. The dragon flew once more. The angels...

They were heard from no more.

The mare and the lion, both soaked in blood.

They were never meant to be, nor was her blood.

But she lives, so forces were called.

That night, she gained immortality.

But this night, she falls.