The Smile of the Unvanquished

PANORAMA --- golden slopes flow in sinuous grace into a chalice where liquid pearls are conceived with the imprint of the solemn horizon and the implacable ocean. stature, firm and proud, yields to no torment forged by mankind. this voice cleans the air from ripe and fusty emissions festering in the boroughs of spleen. twilight sinks, the moon gallops; cavernous drumbeats settle for no less than the fugue outreaching the furthest canopy. --- WOMAN

unreined, a smiles kisses the fleeting horizon, raptured by the promise to perch on the coasts of infinity. a thunderous roar fills the prairie as an influx of bisons drift in blind delusion for power and survival from threshold to threshold. the heart takes wings, soars from the dust cloud and led by a keen look, takes course over the rugged terrain. and finally lands in an oasis of lush verdure, overlooking the ocean, waiting for rolling white waves of mares to carry him to that veiled island of the blessed.

At the witching hour and while a keen cold breeze draws open the night sky to envelop the scene in the silver beatific light of heavenly origin, the elders and their novices walk in procession to the loch, shed their robes and immerse themselves into the silent miasma of waters covered under the oily drapery of the celestial vault's reflection. They swim towards the middle, devotion seals their mouth, their hearts beat strong. There they create a wide circle, treading water. Eyes shut, the soul sinks deep to the outer regions of its bedding to walk over vulnerable spot in the fabric of space-time that their pale bodies in relentless motions have confined and aroused as towards the center rhythmic dykes of rolling waves ringed with white horses frothing in effervescent display of joy and glory. Mental capabilities little understood sweep over the breach between one world to the other realm. Labouring, exciting, moulding and honing and finally conjuring a creature seemingly ...

Mares are articles of beauty, saddled for the wild ride; they lash through thorny undergrowth, where pain is braised in unctuous hot blood. In screaming wounds the sun pours her golden hairs -- these threads rich in venomous preserve. My bleached corpse fades into a cloud of scaly parchment and wavers soon as a fluttering swarm into the heavens to hail their seething lust.

Cre´ance (krē´ans) n. 1. Faith; belief; creed. 2. (Falconry) A fine, small line, fastened to a hawk's leash, when it is first lured. I have, as you may know well at the present, a penchant for obscure words as well for the archaic usage or definition of a noun, therefore deviating from the more habitual act of employment. :)

My first attempt to create a motivational poster. :)

the wind swirls fields of grain, golden and burgeon. the skyline melts into the thalassic velvet, your eyes the doorway to preternatural desmesnes. humble-born, the stature of your soul crowns the thunderous monoliths of untamed Sutherland and spins radiance of life where the glare of mourningfulness puts vigour to slumber.