the voyage of a king, the fall of an empire

 

 

 

 

as He approached the pale-blue jewel called Urth, nestled in the nocturnal sea of Stars known for its rather milky aspect, at last, having suffered the long dark kiss of Night for what felt like an eternity, while pondering a face He could not quite remember, and the memory of a place He cannot seem to forget, Ever moved forward into the waiting arms of Destiny, and finally came to rest upon a page in the tragic history of a brave new world on the threshold of disgrace . . .

and all at once, as He felt a great hush moving slowly across the Universe, as the air around Him vibrated softly, as if the sky were soon to crack from the weight of certainty, He knew that the rose He had walked all Creation to find was here . . . and just when the Dawn gave up Her promise to the Day, He saw, high up on a hill crowned like a human skull, a sight now etched in His heart for ever, a man, nailed to a cross . . . and the man on the cross was the Rose of Avalon . . . and yes, the Rose of Avalon, was His Son . . .

.

.

.

from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream     The Prologue – A Bridge,  A Cross,  Eternity

.

.

.

 

The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

buy the new Digital and Print Editions on Amazon and Barnes&Noble

.

.

.