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Posted: December 11th. 2007 2:23:44 PM
Ethereal (Part 3) Killian's Dream
by Moonlight Wolf
Age Group: Adult
And so into the pub the two ladies went
Where their friends awaited them
Seamus, a quiet observer
Trixie, a loud jokester
And Will, a man of many words and phrases.
Also in the pub was another friend
Killian who was feeling out of sorts
He had seen such a strange dream
That had visited him the night before.
He had been in a deep dark cavern
Beneath the surface of the land.
The silence within had hurt his ears
And in the dark he wandered blindly.
Did he know where he was
The answer, obviously not.
All he could feel was red hot rock
But the air around him felt cold.
Then suddenly out of the darkness
A deep and penetrating voice rang out.
"Killian of Karmia, village of the wretched
Listen to the words
Of your most Holy Guide
Who is here to save you from utmost ruin
At the hands of your fellow men."
Killian was struck by all of this.
For he never knew what evil could be done
In the peaceful village of Karmia.
Yet the voice that called him
Had power in the way it spoke.
It sounded so sure and strong
Killian held on to every word.
"Oh naive young man
Kind in heart but blind in eyes.
You ignore the wickedness around you.
When you next meet your friends for folly
This is what you shall see."
Then the cavern lit up to reveal the pub
Where Killian saw himself sat down.
He seemed to be in deep contemplation
(As he was at the beginning of this poem.)
Around him Trixie was laughing
And playfully bantering with Will
With Seamus watching them both.
Kathy dragged Faye in by her arm
And they all joined together in the room.
They discussed and they gossiped
When Kathy got up and minced
Over to a couple of young drunkards.
She playfully teased them
And did what came best to her.
Will laughed, shaking his head
And Trixie had a giggling fit.
Both Faye and Seamus looked wary.
Kathy complimented them,
She only meant to play
But they were so drunk that
They took her words seriously.
One got on his knees to propose
Then the other punched him
Right on the nose.
The two men rolled around on the floor
Like animals over some meat.
Kathy backed away in shock and upset
Never meaning to start a big fight.
They bit and screamed
They swore and kicked
And soon more drunkards entered the fray.
One of them bumped Will by accident
But Will, as he often did, took offence.
He shouted at them all to shut up and back off
And ended up with an eye like a plum.
Soon Killian saw more scenes of violence,
His soul was shaken to the core.
It pained him to see other people in pain
And fighting over a trivial matter.
"Oh Holy Guide." He said in sorrow.
"That's such a pain to see.
I will do all that is in my power
To set the world right
And make it become a better place.
Yet can you tell me
What causes such folly in our midst."
The voice spoke out.
"It is magic of the forest
That has led people astray
Not the magic I would like to give others.
People believe that they are invincible
Yet all of their struggles are vain.
I can make their lives worthwhile
They focus on such petty little things
Instead of bettering themselves.
The two drunkards hide in booze
While the wild lady does nothing but flirt.
The loud man does nothing but defend
From meaningless and not meant attacks.
There are those who waste their days in jest
And those who waste them in thought
And those, though good, let the will of others
Dictate their life and are walked over.
I can empower the meek
And bring meaning to the meaningless
Give a better purpose to all who listen."
Killian listened and felt a great wave
Of awe and incredible euphoria.
"Oh Killian please do as I ask
Become my messenger
To make man better."
Killian was struck with wonder
Then struck with another vision
Karmia was on fire and an army was around it
Chanting out inaudible rhymes.
Their leader, silouetted against the flames
Held up his sword that dripped with blood.
Though Killian never saw his face
He still shivered to see such a sight.
On seeing this vision he agreed
To become the servant of the Holy Guide.
So he sat in the pub, watching the others talk
Going over his dream in his head.
He wondered what the Holy Guide was
And thought on about his new job.
Author's Notes: This is going to probably get some reactions but I don't really want to give anything away. I suppose you can interpret this in a number of ways as it is all in a dream. Hopefully this passage won't offend anyone.
Author's Location: Bradford, England
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