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The Vision
Jul 9, 2009 at 12:06 PM
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The Vision by Tara Cameron 7-9-09 (aka Porcelainmom81; Porcelain Soldier)

A field consumed with dark figures that resembled people was what I saw that night. Their eyes stared at me. They wanted me. They wanted me like a wolf wants his prey. I stared back with complete innocence and no fear. I wasn't afraid of them. They had no power over me. I was eight, and my innocence mocked them.

My eyes led me to the centerpiece of the table of evil before me. He was there. He was there in all his glory...his glow penetrating the atmosphere. He knelt as he prayed, and they stood there bound by his powerful presence alone. They couldn't touch me. His power was too great. I stared in awe at the magnificent scene before me. I stared until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore and then drifted peacefully to sleep.

And as I grew they taunted me. They tried to follow me everywhere. They were on every corner of my life. They consumed my home and my family. They attacked & devoured all those I loved right before my eyes. They feasted on the weak all around me. But they couldn't feast on me. Oh, they couldn't feast on me. I was betrothed to another. He had already staked his claim, and they couldn't touch me.

Their hell was no match for my beloved. They tried to bring their hell to me but my beloved walked alongside me all the way. Where many only saw one innocent, helpless girl, they saw two... and they knew, they couldn't touch me. And when I was weak and lost he was there. And they couldn't touch me. And when I cried and hurt he was there. And they couldn't touch me. And when I wandered through the darkness, and the branches and thorns scraped my body, he was there. And they couldn't touch me.

Covered by his blood and fused to his power there was nothing left to expect but a mighty explosion. Who are they... but the filth beneath the filth, beneath his feet. He does not waver and the mountains bow beneath his feet. His voice guided me through the darkness and vanquished their filthy whispers. He led his porcelain soldier home, and they couldn't touch me. They couldn't touch me.

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