Journeyman's Tale

...we once walked the path we were forced to walk in,
It was an unpleasant walk we hate to admit...


We know for instance, that the ruling man and the caring woman
wanted us to rule and to care; thus we were to walk in the
path of heaven. But truth be told, it was the most hellous walk.
Yes, the man and the woman supported us..

When we were down, they wanted us to stand proudly,
to keep walking, to endure more, to not bitch..
to forget that once; we were mere human, we have pain,
and once that we had skin covering our legs..

Let the field be told, for we are now alright.
The earth was scorched, there be fire everywhere,
when we were about to make any step, there be fire.
As soon as we realized this, it was already too late.


we could not feel our legs


The legs that were supposed to be there are gone.
They were melt, destroyed, crushed to the bones by the hell fire.
The scorched earth had our legs claimed.
Truth be told, we arrived at our destination. But how?


...we grew wings...


The hellous walk was not to be compared with a mere peaceful
walk in the park. We flew once, but now we had our wings
dearly closed.We now float. So low that mortal thinks
we are walking just like them.

For the hellous journey, we blamed God. He sat idly by as
He watched us.Three years, and we are no longer mortal.
It was once when we could not comprehend what was
God wanted us to do for Him.

Now, we think we understand enough, as far as mortal logic goes.
We agree to help Him, for another three years God stated clearly
that we are one of His best soldiers. The hellous three years had
us more than ready to be in a war, to save mortals.

It is His decision. We are merely tools for Him to save mortals.
Now we are assigned to save a mortal girl, Angela.
We agree to keep her awake, because the kingdom is undersieged,
and everybody needs her. We will save her.

Angela currently denies her destiny, because the devil plays her.
The devil has to be smited to smithereens, and we will do that
even if we have to freeze the hell the devil lives in.
Why?


...because there is no journey that holds no meaning...