".... For The Light was cast on this body
A channel of providence for these grounds
If you fight her, your efforts stay shoddy
And will prove to be more grave than it sounds"
Culled from the English Sonnet, 'SHADOW SCHEMES'
by Chioma Onwudiwe/2017
THE CONTROL CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE:
The celestial showcase of blustering thunder and blazing lights, formed an experience of cornucopia, which was second to none. The rhythmic flapping of wings, became a synchronized spectacle, that would easily rapture the mind and lull the senses. Waves of glorious, exhilarating and rhapsodic acclamation, authoritatively filled the air. Atmospheric clouds cascaded and collided, in frequencies that Physics could not measure or fathom. The firmaments locked in with indisputable and unquestionable boundaries. This was a territory, that did not allow for trespassing.
Glittering stars in their courses, united as if in an assembly of illustrious pageantry. Showers of meteorites, would tumble like a deprived dam. Darkness was no where in sight, as scintillation paved the way, for The Throne of MAJESTY...
THE EVIL CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE:
Belul grimaced at the fact, that his sons were littered all over the place. For loss of his count, they were still strategically placed. And they all seemed to be attracted, to the same kind of woman Lebezej. It worked quite well, as each helped the other achieve their brutish goals. Now Lucer had commanded him, to activate every hidden and dormant 'sleeper'. Sons of his, that had a tracking device and never bothered to remove it. They were neither here nor there. They would rush in foolishly, to do Lucers bidding. And then die just as quickly.
As Lucer and Belul sat deliberating, on their next course of action. They heard a loud crashing noise. Then one side of their smoldering trench, suddenly caved in. While arrows, began flying at them. As they (Lucer and Belul) caved underneath ashes for cover, Lucer grabbed one of the arrows. With the intention, of inspecting its origin. It was a 'voice note', from the girl! She would not shut up!! And here he was, thinking she was in the 'kitchen'. Hopelessly and mindlessly clanging pots, in vexed solitude. Where was Captain Belzy? When he needed him to take on, the brunt of this endless frustration.
As if that was not enough, a drop of blood fell on his scaly and horned-head. It then immediately began to mutate, into huge droplets. The thermal state of Lucer's home, caused the droplets to begin to expand, into an unstoppable flow. As the whole kingdom trembled, Lucer precariously clung to Belul's hoofs, to keep from floating away in the blood flow. "Did she cut herself, to bleed so much?" Blurted Belul in desperate agony. "No you stupid fool!" Was Lucer's angry retort. "It is not her blood...."
Borrowed from the 'A Star Is Born' series, by Chioma Onwudiwe/2014
