Tales of the Whitelion (Thoughts).

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Hey guys, it's the whitelion. I had written a little something to celebrate World Poetry Day. Amidst editing however, something else walked from the hidden crevices of my mind to the fore front...

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"LET THERE BE LIGHT! "

The first step of the thousands can be traced to Father. Waking up to him in a seemingly rehearsed position -bent over his notes and books, his pen drawn out of its sheathe staining the pages with sagey wines. Wine pouring unbridled unto curves and forming edges, dancing literas crusading drunk across the pages. Returning to see him sprawled out on his table, bleeding life unto these pages. To this young child, twas the greatest skill to possess in one's quiver, a pearl to be treasured or years to come.

"AND SHE ATE AND GAVE OF IT TO HIM"

To be handed down the sword of truth was the greatest feeling yet. Beholding the weapon used by the tall in detailing mysteries of the unseen universe, breathing abstracts into reality. However darkness struck and Joy was smothered at the glaring abscence of dexterity whenever called to war. Each stroke an err, each curve heart wrenching doppelgangers of the original barely grasping for breath and dangling off the cliffs of legibility and intelligence. By this ghastly monstronsity, chicken scratches possess great beauty.
The images of Father returned now as unassailable and unattainable Peaks. Mountain Everest but he could never rest. This images journeyed into the hidden domes. Abandoned on cold night, none to turn to, none to hold dear.

"HE CAME ONLY TO SAVE"

By the river banks
Suddenly warmth, the counsel of Age and maturity whispered into his ears,words by convincing Time. As a result, magic rolled into the sword, the glistening weapon was laid back unto the new slate Growth alongside experience perform duets written by goddess poessy. He is then seen bent over his notes and books, his pen drawn out of its sheathe staining the pages with sagey wines. Encoding whispered wisdom and purposefully striving to make a mark.



That's a wrap guys.
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I think i have come a long way and i am still growing. Each step in the right direction

More importantly, stay safe, follw guidelines and wash your hands.

Picture credits:Annastacia Azuma
WHITELION🕴Out!

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