On this day
I need to
Grip the sun
With molten hands
Of power and passion
I need to shake
Golden drops of
Liquid fire onto
Cold asphalt streets
On this night
I want to bury
Steel fingers deep
Into silver moon ice
And crush sharp shards
Into lifeless dust to drift
To earth in cold blackness
Soundlessly falling
One time
I will touch someone
Lightly on the cheek
Or hand or lips
Our eyes open
And connected
My existence no threat
My offer accepted
Soft light warm
A gentle wind.
The world is young, dark, and rough. But the bright light of civilization illuminates the highly advanced Island Nation of Athlan, a country of order, balance, and progress.
However, the world is changing, and what is solid becomes fractured. Amidst this epic era of devolution, the never-ending cosmic battle for control of earth has centered on Athlan. While celestial forces gather, wielding power unimagined, the Marfach Gardai, human defenders of Athlan, ready themselves for the final conflict with the lethal, mindless Armies of the Night. Athlanians, great and small, men and women, will die in bloody droves, incapable of understanding or escaping their fate as Great Athlan destroys itself. Witnessing the battle for her planet, Mother Earth joins the fray with a small but extremely potent cadre of once-women who defend the earth with their lives. In the end, everyone will become a pawn on the empyrean board of life and death, and the game is in doubt . . .