Tides of Creation

Ghosts and devils
surrounded the couple
fighting with swords
and wooden staffs
life fighting death
love fighting hatred
son fighting father
light fighting darkness
accompanied by a requiem
a symphony of thunder
and explosion.

"You cannot win the Phoenix
I forced you to live alone
I exiled you to the dark land
I killed your friends and lovers
I split you to pieces
You cannot win the Phoenix"

And Azrael disappeared.

He placed his sword
back to his golden belt
he took the grown
from the wet ground
and cleaned it.

He kept on marching
until he reached the dungeons
where he heart loud desperate cries
He unlocked the door
and saw a young boy
embracing his pillow
crying, begging for help

"Calm down boy
the king is here to set you free"

The boy stopped
looked him in the eye
with this familiar look
of a temptation to form words
never heard before spoken
in this world

"Thy, free me?
Oh king thy comst in glory
Have thou ever considered
who has the need of being saved?"

"Who are you?"
asked the king

"I am the tides of creation
I am the poet within this kingdom
You used me to express the hatred
you used me to convince the righteous"

The king embraced the boy
and in a moment they became one.
The king found another lost place
of his old self, and felt now more complete