The magic of ghosts and burglars who don't steal

To rearrange furniture in someone's house and not steal anything. To call 7 on the dice as there are, so many different numbers it could be but somehow Silas knows.

The plattons wizardly books

this room is shelled in by x amount of books

held by hands

belonging to a different wizard

each book is alive

electric

containing the precious code

each book is long and elaborate

dilluting the source

distracting you from the scent

but each book says the same thing

we can skip this room.

Trust your heart

Its dark 

but you reach your hand inside

and feel the warmth
You move toward the heat.

and find your way to light.  

You know.

You know what your heart is saying

and you know it is right.

To bravely believe in those spirits inside of you

So that she can feel affirmed through you

and hers can believe in her.

The lengthways

the new

on new laces

and shoes un worn

I set forth on the flat

looking for a fight

looking for a flight

looking to see how high my vantage point could be

Im not afraid of the crows

Im not afraid of the daytime

with these foes and bullies in full dress

in full comfort of having no peers

Im the reckoning

I am the force

Fully emblazoned 

I bump into the largest one and lock eyes

he melted away

not metaphorically either

he disappeared

like cheese on the stove man

left for hours because we were distracted

and so,

no one ever messed with me again.

A confrontation.. the feature.. the eye shuttering blood red for an instant

teeter totter from the ground worms eye view

a blue sky and kids circling round

fists clenched

I get back up and face them

stanced in an unready position

I look into their eyes

and they melt away

turning and running toward the school building

something Ive always been able to do

stare off when confronted

my eyes are my window to my soul

and to them

I am terrifying...

(what is this look? Silas shows the same characteristic.. the same un mistakable feature... its in the heat of the eye? A mark surrounding the skull? ) 

Big Big Gunny.

its a rage man. I  cant unfeel it. I hear a boom and Im there. in full dress. Im invincible. Im not afraid to die. IM not going to die. My spirit is placed here holding cold steel. My spirit can be anywhere in the next moment. I love the thrill. I love having a purpose. 

pulls a pin. a chain clinks through and a weight comes down. Pulling  and rotating the turret around until we face the south sky. 

Pooomb!

a flash streaks across and the ground moves in waves permeating from the Tower.

The bomb lands flashing, exploding into tanks lined up.

Soldiers scurry around and limbs of the massacre fly.

Silas is stoic.

His face highlighted by the scurge.

He remembers a letter he wrote afar.

He felt this love within him.

Making his bones glow in multi color.

He felt this heat behind his eyes.

Made everything tint yellow.

He tried to find optimistic words to ink down.

He tries to carve out a story with some linear structure.

But all he has is fragments and that has to be ok. 

Oh wicked me, oh down trodden soldiers at rest

I fall into the mud, elbows deep, crawl forward and Im blessed 

to have one eye open to see the enemies I shoot.

Were a squadron of many but we feel alone out here.

Everyday.

Were just a spec of light out here.

The same breath we are everything to this land.

We are the beating heart of children with no thought of missing tomorrow.

We are dust and We are the sun.

whoosh.

appears a silhouette. 

a man so large.

a dark figure obscure to detail

he steps forward

two massive hand guns weild

he fires into the ambush.

bhoooomb

bhooooooomb

it was the most spooky sound I had ever heard

his fire arms were stunning

the size of a barrel of whiskey

the bullets were like kegs 

the fire was like a cannon

he moved like a Puma through, 

spinning, stancing, aiming

tactically placing his shots upon vital groupings of soldiers

he was annihilating the firing line with great expediency

we could feel the heat cool

we hear the confidence peel off and fall to the ground

as each keg pummeled through the flesh of the enemy

we could hear bones crunching 

we could feel their limbs tearing

I was emboldened

I swear I grew small wings and I could glide into the next position

I moved with purpose now

Firing off shot after shot

my focus was narrowed down and things moved slow

I could see my bullets trek across and inject themselves in enemy hearts.

I am alive. I am spiritually awakened by this Dark shadowy man.

this angel here to save us.

this angel here to help us carry out our purpose.