By light and darkness cast aloft

This post concerns the Artemian Huntress whose gaze captivated me so many years ago, and whose presence forced in me a leap in my starry enlightenment. Who i swore fielty in my privacy and then broke in public, damning me to six seasons of acrid and unforgivable guilt.

It has been now two years since i left the academy, lingering there for two more seasons to be set free of my scholar’s binds

And still…

still i long to see her gaze, still i want to be her knight, to prove myself in battle, Like a crusader’s ghost, forever wandering across the oriental sands in search of an enemy or marching company that will never come…

But i learned the wisdom of the universe; i waited and i hoped, on and on under the spinning clouds of eternity

My soul rose as i was called, clad in new armor, and wielding a splendorous new blade, a halberd forged from the divine metal that Yah’s fighters use; my master finished whispering his decree to me with “know this and conquer”. And i rose glorified and filled with misty-eyed purpose, i knew i had to find her again. she was the door and i was the lock, but where is the key?

For some reason i feel that if given the opportunity, that we would fit like yin and yang. A foolish, illogical assumption that i cannot take as infallible truth because of my creed to truth. But still the notion persists, buzzing through my thoughts and filling my dreams wit the sweetest incense in which i must never let my nose indulge, until she becomes the hierophant, and allows me to enter