Trot
08-31-2003, 09:08 PM
<DIV><DIV class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I have been obsessed with Werewolves as of late. I am not sure if I am obsessed though, or if they guide me into an unknowing future. Earlier this evening I went running with my dogs through my less-than-mown 80-acre lawn. It felt good to my soul. Not just good, but good to the root of my soul – my existence. I can’t explain it any other way than that. I had chased after them earlier in the eve with my sandals on… But the moment I removed my shoes, I dashed upon the face of God himself. I felt his glory rise within my soul. I remember recalling reading of necromancers in ninth grade of high-school, and how they would wear black and not wear anything upon the souls of their feet so that they may be one with the earth. While I do not consider myself in any sense a necromancer, I do feel the power of the earth rise within my gate chasing after my dogs. They look at me with a complete understanding, as if to say “It’s about time, what took you so long to look at us in this way?” I dash after them with complete innocence, with complete lust for life. I wish to be with them. Feeling every pounding foot-step. Every crushing of the browning grass of the season’s autumn. I feel within them the spirit of the dark -- The spirit of the light. I am one of them and one with the earth. I am not good, nor am I evil. I am the messenger, the spirit. I am only but a servant to the Devine will. I have complete and unfaltering faith in the will of the Great Spirit. As He has never let me down, so I pray that I shall never let him down.