Everyone looked towards the rising sun and hoped, that with it would come the good news of the new king's arrival. The hopeful look in the old ladies eyes while, she clutched on to her dead son's photo as if she were strangling her dreadful miseries to death.

They rode from the east with iron barrels that breathed fire and spat vengeance in the form of hot iron. Fate crept in through the silence, as the towns people slept comfortably snuggled into nights cradle. Few woke the next day from a dream that reeked of betrayal. How could he who was allowed to break bread at my table make widows of my women and render homeless this city's children? Was i not fare to his ambitions or just to his greed?

the story of man's greed and ambitions plays out no differently now as it did a thousand years ago. I have often wonder when the "we" of a man's struggle becomes the "i" of a selfish pursuit to accumulate power and wealth without regard to someone else's happiness?!

Destiny is a great story teller. A lover to the elements but never captive to their aura! Having lived in the oceans far before they became home to the sea creatures. She also lived with the sun when he burned more furiously. She never longed for anything for she knew her destination! As the wind blew in many directions, it was she who guided him to the shores. As her heart ached to be amongst loved ones, she knew that their's was a journey beyond her own! As the seasons changed colour she remained the canvas for eternities smeared brush. Time is magical when embraced in her arm for She suspends you from here and there! The joy of kissing her moist lips to sink deep into an elevated state is compared to none! As you bear your naked soul she rids you of your fears! Be all you can be for your destiny will absorb the rest!