Prompt for June 19: The Destroyer

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

He came upon me with a sword of burning flame. Reds, oranges, yellows, whites blazing against the night sky, dimming the world to a shade darker than black. That sword of his posed high above his head; the tendons and ligaments of his arm stood out like bits of coiled rope, ready to loosen their burden upon the world.

He opened his wings behind him, widening his wide set shoulders and increasing his substantial size. Those white feathers glowed an array of the warmest colors as the flames from his sword flickered over the plumed canvas. They were like the moon, reflecting fire to create their own light in the darkness.

There was no stopping the destruction by his hand. He let lose that flaming sword upon me, his wings snapping shut to give more power to his thrust. I didn’t stand a chance against him and his glory, his hand destined to break me. I had lost any power to stop him long ago.

That, indeed, was his true power, not his flaming sword or his wings of light. His eyes held all the truth in the world and through them, the ability to strip your defenses down to walls of sticks and mud. All the barricades I had built to protect my treasure were nothing when caught in his gaze. I was vulnerable.

And with that first look, he destroyed any chance of me being content with my isolation. And with one sweep of his sword and flap of his wings, my heart was stolen from my chest like a jewel taken from a thief in the night.

Prompt for May 21: Eyes

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

I can see the universe
Within the depths of your eyes.
The swirl of green and brown
Are cosmic clouds of creation,
Building stars and planets;
Your very own Pillars.
Those orbs are the stuff of dreams;
The driving force behind further reachings,
And teachings of song and tale. Those orbs keep
Souls up at all hours of the night, praying
For just one glimpse of that beauty.
Those orbs have a light so strong and bright
That every soul on earth wishes to wish
Upon them.

And I am lucky,
For I have been blessed
With the gift of looking
Upon the final frontier
For all of eternity.