Nov 05 2008
Broken Knights: Sun Fire
Like wings on his back lifting him to unseen heights above, where angels played harmonic flutes and caressed the clouds with pattering feet, the demon’s hands wrapped around his waist. And the ground rose to meet him, and the smell of sweat and greed overpowered him. The feeling of fat pressing against his neck made him want to vomit.
And he thought of the sun high above, thought of the rays shining beautifully through the arc of branches silhouetted with the sky. Shadows, cast across the weedy ground, those shadows were his salvation. He bit his lip and felt blood running down his lip.
The men behind him, they were security guards. He was running from them. Well, not anymore. His legs were sore, his back lacerated with cuts. And he lost motivation to keep running whenever he looked up at the sun and it’s Sun Fire. For it was like an eye in the sky, admonishing him for his fear and cowardice. He wanted to please it, make it happy, but it would always fill him with disappointment, making him push ever faster.
“Push harder.” Just as always. That evil voice.
It felt like teeth biting the small of his back, but it was really just elbows. And Sun Fire looked ever on in sadness.
