A Goodbye
Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
It's never in vain
Sol began his ritual staring closely at the growing fire he created. His sight that looked into the weavings of fate seemed to make the very air alive with the different weavings of threads that was fate. He slowly stood from his kneeling position and proceeded counter-clockwise around the fire. As he did he felt the threads seem to wrap around him, engulfing him, making him one with the threads that were fate.
He began spinning around as he walked crossing threads that weren’t originally meant to be crossed but knowing that eventually it would be for the better. Fate rarely needed to be messed with, she cleaned up after herself quite well, none the less Sol felt this would be the only proper way to settle things.
Severing the threads from himself he had looked at the tapestry above the fire that he had created, by most art critics it was beautiful, by Sol’s standards it was barely passible. He stopped fully concentrating on the fate but left the sight up to see how it would intermingle with the rest of the magics.
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one's to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
Time seemed to slow a little. He could actually track the movement of the flames as he released a little bit of powder in the fire causing a bit of green flicker from the flames. Memories seemed to flood into him both good and bad. Paths that could have been rewound themselves playing over and over again. The pattern of fate shifted as Sol continued his movements almost in a rhythm as if he were dancing to an unknown song.
Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We're part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
He felt the threads of Life and Death dance in to the fray. The wear on him going on for 4 hours already seemed to be noticeable. His body seemed to visably tremble and shake muscles seemed to want to give only to be forced by his sheer will to continue to press foreward. He wished the order on this could have been changed it would have been better to work on this section when he was fresher and better on this. Non the less and the light and darkness took hold he kept them in proper balance.
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she's also a part
A part of the tale
Finally he began on the last part he started pouring his own mana into the pattern that he created. His arms were bleeding and pain shot through them terribly but he needed a focus for his concentration and right now pain was the easiest. As he continued into his 6th hour of the ritual he continued the chant in high speech even louder to the point where the words were being screamed even if they had no true meaning anymore. He felt the life force being drawn away from him but he refused to be done until he was finally through with the ritual.
As he felt the last of the Mana from him drain into the pattern that he created he fell to his knees catching himself with his palms and smiled just a bit looking to the sky with a tear slightly forming at the edge of his right eye he spoke very softly “Thank you, Goodbye.”
It was was very dark for a while after that.
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where is it going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began.