Chronata
wow.
just...wow.
This project is absolutely stunning.
I am breathless to see more...
just...wow.
This project is absolutely stunning.
I am breathless to see more...
The Prophets - Majors Only work-in-progress
sacredashes
Chronata said:
I feel the same reading your post 
Its always an honor receiving such compliment from a fellow creator 
. Thank you 
Ash
sacredashes
Prophet of Reconstuction XVI
KIRELL
There was once a Prophet who was deeply misunderstood for noone could decipher her riddled, cryptic words.
Perpetually torn between lucidity and lunacy, who can tell when one affliction overcomes the other? She spoke in a language that is made up of pictures when others spoke in the language of the Silver Tongue.
So in a fit of rage, she burned the House of History before she tore down the Tower of Babel to silence the whispers of the blighted ones.
Now all that is left of her name is Destruction when it was Reconstruction she was after; for every word uttered by her painted lips felt like the kiss of a poisoned blade.
To save herself, she turned to dust; hoping to be freed from her twisted, crippling fate....
I will name her Kirell;
Harmless, lonely Kirell;
Bound forever in the spaces between time;
But I will set her free the way I've set you free;
And I will bid her fly far, far away from me.
Kirell... Kirell... you are almost there;
And when your bindings finally come undone;
Forget not the one who cut the rope;
Grant me the wish that I too, may turn to diamond dust;
That I may roam the earth on wings of a maiden dove.
She said to me, "Go ride on the trail of a dying star;
Go find asylum from my stinging hate;
That I may not touch you with my rusty blade;
That I may fade into the depths where my shadows lie;
That I may find some peace when I finally say good-bye."
Ash
KIRELL
There was once a Prophet who was deeply misunderstood for noone could decipher her riddled, cryptic words.
Perpetually torn between lucidity and lunacy, who can tell when one affliction overcomes the other? She spoke in a language that is made up of pictures when others spoke in the language of the Silver Tongue.
So in a fit of rage, she burned the House of History before she tore down the Tower of Babel to silence the whispers of the blighted ones.
Now all that is left of her name is Destruction when it was Reconstruction she was after; for every word uttered by her painted lips felt like the kiss of a poisoned blade.
To save herself, she turned to dust; hoping to be freed from her twisted, crippling fate....
I will name her Kirell;
Harmless, lonely Kirell;
Bound forever in the spaces between time;
But I will set her free the way I've set you free;
And I will bid her fly far, far away from me.
Kirell... Kirell... you are almost there;
And when your bindings finally come undone;
Forget not the one who cut the rope;
Grant me the wish that I too, may turn to diamond dust;
That I may roam the earth on wings of a maiden dove.
She said to me, "Go ride on the trail of a dying star;
Go find asylum from my stinging hate;
That I may not touch you with my rusty blade;
That I may fade into the depths where my shadows lie;
That I may find some peace when I finally say good-bye."
Ash
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shadowdancer
Thanks for sharing again Ash. I have already commented elsewhere but I think your words say far more than mine ever could.
A lot of food for thought here, and a nice take on how this card is usually interpreted
Davina
A lot of food for thought here, and a nice take on how this card is usually interpreted
Davina
OctoberGwen
This work-in-progress is just stunning, Ash. Thank you for sharing your journey as you take it...I will be waiting for this one.
Dajjal_Al_Samiri
Kirell...
Kirell oh Kirell...
Unbound and released from uncertainties within...
May I seek your hand and dance with you through the careless night...
For at last, you feel the whispering winds in your hair...
I am The One that seeks you throughout time...
And now you have been brought unto me...
Kirell, oh Kirell...
Kirell oh Kirell...
Unbound and released from uncertainties within...
May I seek your hand and dance with you through the careless night...
For at last, you feel the whispering winds in your hair...
I am The One that seeks you throughout time...
And now you have been brought unto me...
Kirell, oh Kirell...
sacredashes
In another place in cyberspace, I go by the name shadow and there the rules of engagement are vastly different. The author is God within the lil' world they create to share their thoughts; they are judge, jury and best of all.. they are executioners 
Over there, I am free to be the rogue, the man, the woman, the boy child, the maiden warrior... and much, much more.
One night, when I was seized by the prophets against my will, I became their scribe and this is what they had to say:
Last night, my mind was half lucid when I read your reply:
I saw the face of one who spoke these words to Kirell.... Shall I show him to you? Allow me to etch it in cyberspace when it is done.... h*ll, I might as well share with you his lil' secret... the one he told me while I'm drawing his face.
...I have a confession to make and I ask that you bear witness to my crime;
I have faithfully played the part of a jester and a mime;
I have slain the gods of old in a bid to turn back time;
As I watched them die, in my head I heard the chanting of an age old rhyme;
And I remember it was something rather obscure about interstices of the sublime.
Ash
Over there, I am free to be the rogue, the man, the woman, the boy child, the maiden warrior... and much, much more. One night, when I was seized by the prophets against my will, I became their scribe and this is what they had to say:
In a tapestry of colored roses;
The one who holds the pen yeilds the greatest power;
The one who listens when no else can;
Will be the one who senses the turning of the wheel;
The one who watches the blade turn against the sword-maker;
Will be the one who knows when a lie will turn against the liar;
While the world swings on a silver thread;
We'll wait for the parody to play out its tragic end.
** On a night when all is silent, the lucid mind speaks in riddles most would not understand.
The madman and the harlequinn will clap in delight at our bewilderment; all the while laughing at our foolishness.
They will dance in little circles and they will dance under the moonless sky; they will take a bow when the last show is over and they will know it for a travesty.
Last night, my mind was half lucid when I read your reply:
Dajjal_Al_Samiri said:
I saw the face of one who spoke these words to Kirell.
... Shall I show him to you? Allow me to etch it in cyberspace when it is done.... h*ll, I might as well share with you his lil' secret... the one he told me while I'm drawing his face....I have a confession to make and I ask that you bear witness to my crime;
I have faithfully played the part of a jester and a mime;
I have slain the gods of old in a bid to turn back time;
As I watched them die, in my head I heard the chanting of an age old rhyme;
And I remember it was something rather obscure about interstices of the sublime.
Ash
Dajjal_Al_Samiri
The Flight
"Whisper my name, oh Kirell and you will be one with me..."
As those words ushered through your painted lips...
I engulfed you with all of my tenderness...
Like two feathers, we soared towards the glistering bliss...
Ever so careful not to touch you, but how could I not when we are so close...
I settled for the smell of your hair upon the winds blowing in my face...
"Patient, oh Kirell, for I will show you what lies in your heart..."
There in the distance, a glimpse of blinding light...
Nothing tainted about it, just pure beautiful glows of light...
Kirell was hypnotised by the sight, yet to express herself...
But it's alright, oh Kirell, for I have waited so long for you, I can wait even longer for you to release yourself completely....
"Whisper my name, oh Kirell and you will be one with me..."
As those words ushered through your painted lips...
I engulfed you with all of my tenderness...
Like two feathers, we soared towards the glistering bliss...
Ever so careful not to touch you, but how could I not when we are so close...
I settled for the smell of your hair upon the winds blowing in my face...
"Patient, oh Kirell, for I will show you what lies in your heart..."
There in the distance, a glimpse of blinding light...
Nothing tainted about it, just pure beautiful glows of light...
Kirell was hypnotised by the sight, yet to express herself...
But it's alright, oh Kirell, for I have waited so long for you, I can wait even longer for you to release yourself completely....
Lillie
Ash.
Extraordinary as always!
Extraordinary as always!
LotusSong
You know... the first time I read what was written about the Prophet of Reconstruction, it sailed right over my head. My eyes sort of glossed over and I didn't understand a word. Now, I feel like I understand it more. There's still a lot there that remains hidden from me, but at least now I have some puzzle pieces to work with.
