Entry to this week’s WWP!
Delivered on the cusp of night
The child of Nyx saw twilight.
On winter’s eve he first walked.
With sister fates he talked.
Of past lives and last regrets,
Of lost dreams, untimely deaths.
Right the wrongs, voices decreed.
Becometh the figure of destiny.
Four flower petals, swaying in the after-breeze of a great typhoon, fell together in a cup of tea. The first petal, a golden Chrysanthemum from the East, brought a cheery disposition to a long-life. The second petal, a magenta Lavender from the West, would develop a meditative and rational mind. The third plant, a ruby Orchid from the south, engendered beauty and splendor to the growing body. The fourth plant, a zaffre Iris from the north, instilled faith and wisdom to the aging soul. Drinking from the teacup, the queen of the middle-kingdom gave birth to the future Monarch who would unite the lands.
Aboard a life-raft and adrift at sea, a young man gazes into the night’s sky. A city-borne, he sees for the first time the vastness of the cosmos, fields of stars too innumerable to count, a tapestry spanning the ages. In the darkest of places, stars shine brightest; may their light guide the lost for we all lose our way from time to time. Realizing this, the young man would eventually find land and his place among the stars.