dragonfire
Bluelighter
The Guiding Light
The pale moonlight shone down and gave the neighborhood its pasty pallor, as
the candles stood in silent vigil acting as beacons for those who yet to come. The
neighborhood was filled with the sound of mirth and glee as creatures of the night
performed their ungodly rounds. A gaggle of witches, with their bulbous eyes
and ivory white hands, cackled and skipped along with their straw brooms in
hand. Next came a tribe of demons with their brimstone tipped pitchforks, firey red
tails, and sadistic laughter. Then came a horde of the undead with their unearthly
moans and fearing the very word, wolfs-bane. Then came I and my partner
in crime, holding a king's ransom of pillage goods in our bags. The trio before
us disappeared around the corner and the air of laughter and noise was followed
by an eerie silence.
When we turned the corner, the trio was nowhere to be seen, only to be
replaced by an image of a rather foreboding domicile. The hose was
painted, with a touch of gray, and reflected the pale moon and gave the impression
that the house itself was possessed by a being of supernatural origin. The
dogwood trees stood as sentinels surrounding the yard, with their branches
entwined, creating a natural wall. The moonlight filtered by them created a
macabre spider web on the ground, gently undulating with the wind, as if the
ground was replaced by an ocean. I summoned up the courage and warily
stepped over the cracked walkway and to the door. My companion however, has
committed his act of treason by cowering behind one of the dogwood trees. The
door was huge, almost Victorian, and shone a bluish glow under that same
pale moon. My hand rapped against the door once, twice, thrice, but not a soul
stirred in its windows, that in itself was lifeless and reflected the ebony night. My
hand settled on the doorbell and the
stillness of the air was shattered by the crash of a gong that reverberated through
the treetops. If my feet willed me so, I would have obeyed and swiftly have gone
too, but my feet remained firm to the ground as if my will was blunted by fear.
The door creaked open and out came a woman with her raven black hair lying
against her shoulder and her dress, low cut and bluish-purple. Her hands quick
and silent, as graceful as a valkyrie, brought out a polished silver orb with
seams running across the middle.
She then spoke with a deep Scottish
accent " I have no goods for you, but only to see what tomorrow holds for you." She
deftly removed the top half of the orb to reveal a velvet interior of the bottom half
and in the middle laid a card, frayed at the edges and the color of faded blue. She
flipped the card over and in the middle of it stood a brazier burning strongly in the
middle of blackness, however not much was to be seen other than the brazier, the
darkness, and the faded impression of a wall behind it. She picked up the card
and said to me " You are a guiding light, the first to enter where others are afraid,"
she adds " Your poetic soul may not be enough to face the uncertain future of the
person of the guiding light." With that she retreated inside and the door creaked
shut. I stood there bemused and set my bag over my shoulder, and turned to find
my companion. Under the pasty pallor of the moon, the Gypsy spoke to me of a
veiled future. To think that I came upon her with the intent of depriving her of her
candy that I would discover the oracle to what my future holds.
The pale moonlight shone down and gave the neighborhood its pasty pallor, as
the candles stood in silent vigil acting as beacons for those who yet to come. The
neighborhood was filled with the sound of mirth and glee as creatures of the night
performed their ungodly rounds. A gaggle of witches, with their bulbous eyes
and ivory white hands, cackled and skipped along with their straw brooms in
hand. Next came a tribe of demons with their brimstone tipped pitchforks, firey red
tails, and sadistic laughter. Then came a horde of the undead with their unearthly
moans and fearing the very word, wolfs-bane. Then came I and my partner
in crime, holding a king's ransom of pillage goods in our bags. The trio before
us disappeared around the corner and the air of laughter and noise was followed
by an eerie silence.
When we turned the corner, the trio was nowhere to be seen, only to be
replaced by an image of a rather foreboding domicile. The hose was
painted, with a touch of gray, and reflected the pale moon and gave the impression
that the house itself was possessed by a being of supernatural origin. The
dogwood trees stood as sentinels surrounding the yard, with their branches
entwined, creating a natural wall. The moonlight filtered by them created a
macabre spider web on the ground, gently undulating with the wind, as if the
ground was replaced by an ocean. I summoned up the courage and warily
stepped over the cracked walkway and to the door. My companion however, has
committed his act of treason by cowering behind one of the dogwood trees. The
door was huge, almost Victorian, and shone a bluish glow under that same
pale moon. My hand rapped against the door once, twice, thrice, but not a soul
stirred in its windows, that in itself was lifeless and reflected the ebony night. My
hand settled on the doorbell and the
stillness of the air was shattered by the crash of a gong that reverberated through
the treetops. If my feet willed me so, I would have obeyed and swiftly have gone
too, but my feet remained firm to the ground as if my will was blunted by fear.
The door creaked open and out came a woman with her raven black hair lying
against her shoulder and her dress, low cut and bluish-purple. Her hands quick
and silent, as graceful as a valkyrie, brought out a polished silver orb with
seams running across the middle.
She then spoke with a deep Scottish
accent " I have no goods for you, but only to see what tomorrow holds for you." She
deftly removed the top half of the orb to reveal a velvet interior of the bottom half
and in the middle laid a card, frayed at the edges and the color of faded blue. She
flipped the card over and in the middle of it stood a brazier burning strongly in the
middle of blackness, however not much was to be seen other than the brazier, the
darkness, and the faded impression of a wall behind it. She picked up the card
and said to me " You are a guiding light, the first to enter where others are afraid,"
she adds " Your poetic soul may not be enough to face the uncertain future of the
person of the guiding light." With that she retreated inside and the door creaked
shut. I stood there bemused and set my bag over my shoulder, and turned to find
my companion. Under the pasty pallor of the moon, the Gypsy spoke to me of a
veiled future. To think that I came upon her with the intent of depriving her of her
candy that I would discover the oracle to what my future holds.
