Lyanos's blog: "The Chronicles of a Cherubim"

He found himself to be in the middle of the forest lashes made him bleed but no matter he kept listening to that voice Myst appeared and blocked his eyesight he can no longer see any direction his mind awakened again and warned him: "Hast thou not been before in this spot? Would thee not awake before thou rots? This creature might be luring thou not think? Look and witness, indulge thine eyes there are others that are led to sink.. Cherubim sat on a rock while the voice chanted still "begone you!! " he suddenly said but the voice kept on rotating as he bled.

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

Cherubim marched , a heavy heart, wandered aimlessly following the cryptic road, leaving a trail of blood from his broken and shattered wings, he hath no understanding of human nature, what he gave up in the past to be entwined would not be regained for this act heaven declined, he sought heaven in her but was he wrong ? Cherubim marched , she appeared before him, recreating a soothing image that he once embraced,calling his name with temptation, he almost drowned in it again ,he smiled, looked aloft after a mere minute and continued on his path... the image faded but his strength was fueled for the journey.

Cherubim stood tall; he never shed a tear again because he learned how to cry with a smile, A long unforgotten dream that haunted him has been embodied before him, his eyes cried out deceit! his heart no longer felt agony only sadness, although it was for a short duration of sand drops he felt alive again and attempted to stop time by blanking his eyes into the void while caressing the only flesh that solely combines with his, entwined again, dissecting departure again, his thoughts disregarded the truth which flew his feelings to the glacial forest of frozen tulips and every snow where love was immortal and timeless … where beneath that cold white carpet heat emanated ablaze from the passionate love making torch… the harmonious anarchy, Cherubim smiled again…

His eyes fell down the old brick road, that path to the unknown earth colored and fractured… Cherubim sighs, takes his first step forward while haunted by whispers.. and adorned images swiftly clash with those words uttered, he claimed sight upon a raven poking the eye of a corpse repeatedly snatching miniature bits at every turn, related him to his heart and mind while whispers stabbed his ears along with a voice that was poisoned by those wretched whispers too. That voice which salvaged him long ago from the eternal wait at the gates of Byzantium but only to show him the way back to that rock he sat on, side of the gates , by the means of a tender kiss. His torn wings never seized to bleed…