As the road seemed endless, Cherubim became calmer, focused only on his feet that never seemed to seize moving, but suddenly he heard a voice, his broken wings twitched, Cherubim was startled, his wounds were patched tho his wings are not restored.
He felt a soothing warmth growing inside his chest,
no matter how faint it was,
it seemed constant and rejhuvanilating
Cherubim became wary he must find the source!.
His head is moving in all directions attempting to locate the sonar trail,
and then he stops and stares to confirm the direction
his eyes are now set upon a thick forest.
Cherubim rushes in that direction!!
the more he approached the more realistic that warmth inside became,
slightly growing but growing nevertheless
Cherubim charges through the spikes, spines and the poison ivies of the forest's entrance.
New wounds are carved on his flesh as he stormed inside
feeling strength regained as the voice is becoming clearer
and as he ran as if in a battlefield
he sought to his heavenly BattleCry
urging that voice to reply!
And then…
...it did
P.S, this one is narrated with accompanying music on myspace, feel free to check it out using the link in my music blogs
