There are spirits everywhere, you know
Even older than the trees that tower over me
Older than the water rippling over the still waters
before me...
I might be a bit stoned, but I feel like there is a
thick, wooded, largely unaltered dimension
where playful and malevolent spirits alike
roam and wander and speak in strange dialects,
mostly murmurs and "clicks," I think...
some fly, some crawl across the ground, some live in
it's purple glowing waters
or soar from it's odd, gangly trees
some spirits haunt the land of the living
some create ghastly, undead armies of those
who lived like cockroaches in life
I saw one bright glowing spirit, white with the
flame of purity. The spirit was
self-chastising, depressive, wounded
in sentience, and thus
the spirit was nearly omnipotent and shined
brightly in passing, the spirit
was weightless and could leap for miles at a bound
and possesed a range of supernatural powers
could summon thunderstorms upon blighted lands
could heal those sick or corrupted of heart
could grow plants and craft animals from the clay
and thus...
the spirit watched over it's ancestors
and grew it's realm into a flourishing utopia
battling the vile demigods and their cockroach armies
breathing new life as it heard the cries of those
in the corporeal realm
I hope you understand
it says in it's own language
I can see the bright pink sun setting over a navy blue sky
and a great crimson moon surrounded by great swaths of
bright, burning stars.
The spirit leaves a trail of light as it
flings itself from the various branches and vines
The Night Watch 