Tales of the Whitelion (Thoughts).
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... ---------------------------------------------------------------- "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 mys...