Demons & Prophets

Chapter 18

Ascending

Draamanu, revitalized by the prophet's words
Walks along the path toward the drowning city.
The looming mountains of Dyssacous rise to the sky,
Parting the clouds.
A narrow cutback presents itself as a
Route up and over the imposing range.
Draamanu, of earth and sea, on conception of the
Hardships of the climb, sees no other way,
Claws and scratches over the rocky precipice,
Breathing the thin air, feeling the lightheadedness of the sherpa.

Air becomes mist becomes empty void,
Extinguishing all remnants of oxygen, nourishment, prana.
Each breath a vain struggle to extract life from emptiness.
Nausea, dizziness, vertigo, envelope and strangle Draamanu,
Like deadly vines of a flesh eating plant.

Zekehaani, giant condor who flies at the top of the world,
Beak sharpened from the bones of its prey,
Strikes Draamanu thru the heart and devours it in
One sickening, sucking gulp.

 

Chapter 19

Descending

Life drains, like light that dims and fades and becomes etched in memory.
Draamanu's body shrivels in the sun and decays.
The seven blue black hawks of doom descend from the sky
Above and eat his entrails.

Crystalline seawater, blue, green, turquoise,
Lapping at the distant shore of an ancient
Shell strewn beach.
Draamanu dives down below the surface,
Grabs a chambered nautilus from the shallow reef.
Is it a dream, or the last throes of consciousness,
The spinning blades of a fan, electricity recently interrupted,
Winding down inexorably towards inevitable stillness?

Maximillani, spirit of wind and sea spray whispers to Draamanu,
"Grasp the buoyancy that envelopes your soul,
The grace of vision, the spark of life".

Draamanu washes up on the ancient shell strewn beach and
Belches shells and salt and slime from his lungs, and
Breathes the first breath of his new life.

 

Here are the last three chapters. Thank you so much everyone for your thoughts and prayers. I am a pu$$y and am scared of the knife, and heavy drugs, and appreciate any positive energy. I hope some of y'all enjoyed some of this.

Chapter 20

Protection

Three large dogs run full bore at Draamanu,
Fangs bared, eyes wild.
They come with loud exuberant barking,
Encircling his body in figure eight patterns.

Three shimmering ladies run up to the glowing Draamanu,
Bearing fruit and flowers, encircle his waist and chest
With their flowing arms, chanting, "Save the lost child,
He is waiting for your return."

Three yellow hummingbirds flit about Draamanu's head,
Circling his neck, his eyes, his mouth, his nose,
Surrounding him with a trail of golden mist.
They beckon in Draamanu's ears,
"Fear not, you are encased in beauty.
Go forth and rescue the drowning, lost child."

Skies blacken, wind howls, bolts of lightning split trees.
Seven hawks of doom circle overhead, laughing.
Heberdanaka bursts forth, blasting buildings and streets and
Dykes and bridges with overwhelming force, with evil waves of
Toxins, borne on snake infested, dead body infested surge.

Daaamanu stands firm, surrounded by the
Nine protective circles of Love and light.
Draamanu parts the black deluge with his gaze,
Repelling the oil slick ooze and stench.
Draamanu continues forward toward the drowning city.

Chapter 21

Contraction and Distension

A rolling wave of a shining sea rises up, crests and peaks.
Draamanu is swept toward the spires and towers and last
Remnants of the city of his birth.
Deluged by storm and swamp,
Returned to its primordial origins of ooze and slime,
The city beckons Draamanu back home. The water
Recedes until calm and clear beneath his feet.

Draamanu's ankles become entrapped in the ever faster
Flowing tide, dragging him to his destiny.
Cretelonu, the enemy of love, his grasp loosened and
Repelled by Draamanu's shield power,
Gnashes his teeth and flies back into the gloom,
Disappearing into the blackness.

Chapter 22

Redemption

Nourished by the five elements,
Energized by the crystal blue sea,
Draamanu strides forth.
Harnessing the forces of opposition,
Following the prophesies of the ancient masters,
Draamanu becomes electrified like a battery.
Draamanu shines forth, a beacon of pure radiant light,
Evaporating all gloom, all stench, all despair.

Abandoned buildings wait for the return of life.
Draamanu enters the gates of the drowned city,
Ancient city filled with cries, with ghosts, with layers of
Dissolved cultures and lives lived and love lost.
A great white searing flash evaporates all traces of life, a
Mushroom cloud of implosion and annihilation.

Draamanu awakens, his body wracked with sweat and
Salt and trembling with fear,
"Papa, wake up, the wind is filling the sails,"
Implores Arlinonius, the Child.
Rubbing his eyes, tying the sails taught, fixing the rudder,
Draamanu hugs his son and laughs.
Warm gentle breeze returns the father and son home.

 

Thanks for the perspective. Just like it's not a busy hurricane season unless you're the one place that gets hit.

 

Thanks for all the good vibes and prayers! Surgery was a success. The head is alive and well. I can go swimming in 2 weeks! Thanks for reading my story. Blessings to all.