Fate whispers to the warrior, “You cannot withstand the storm.”
The battle weary warrior glances up at Fate, forcing his eyes to open. Weary and wounded he reaches blindly to his side until his hand wraps around the hilt of a sword. He drags the sword to his side and uses it as a crutch, forcing him to stand. His blood running down his arm, onto his makeshift crutch he staggers towards Fate, until he is standing before her, face to face.
Fate whispers to the warrior, “You cannot withstand the storm.”, her arm outstretched towards the horizon. The weary warrior glances over her shoulder. On the horizon he sees dark ominous clouds rolling in, and lighting dances across them. He returns his gaze to her’s and replies, “ Don’t make promises you don’t intend on keeping”.
He pushes past her, stagger across the blood soaked battle field to a tree stump, and before he sits upon it looks over the field where he lay. He sees that expect for Fate standing there in a mist like form, her gaze fixed upon him, that he is alone. All those who once stood by his side had abandoned him and left him for dead. He sneers and says to himself, “ I stand along, nothing new…” . He sits himself down upon the stump. Taking the sword and plunging it into the cold earth before him. Gripping it tightly with both hands to keep himself from collapsing.
The warrior sits on the stump, facing the storm as it rushes towards him. The winds picking up in pace and veracity and Fate once again whispers to the warrior, “You will not withstand the storm.”, as the wind blows ever stronger. She evaporates like morning mist and sighs.
Then there is silence, except for the howling of the wind. Suddenly thunderous explosion shatters the silence, and the storm in now engulfing the warrior. Just before the warrior vanishes out of sight, he shouts out laughing, “ Bring it…”
Many hours pass and the storm eventually dissipates is its veracity. The winds die down, and the blood soaked earth washed clean. And all that remain is a sword plunged into the cold soil in front of a tree stump, soaked in blood.
A wise person once said to me first focus on who you are then on what you are.
Who I am is a man struggling in a world that seems against me.
I love women, I enjoy their scent, form and feel of their skin. I enjoy female company, emotions, thoughts and most especially I miss having one special lady to call mine.
I feel things deeply and need a mate not a casual partner. I want to fall in love and be committed and cannot do the whole 'one-night-stand' thing that most other men can do. I like romance and the gentle exploration of mind and emotion of each other. I like seeing how much I can make you feel, how far can we go and what are our boundaries and limits are to push through and past. I want to explore and take each step with reverence and care with someone who trusts and loves me.
I am a true believer in love and beauty within, they have not driven that from me yet.
Now the 'what I am' -
I am a middle aged white guy living in South Africa.
I live with my parents.
I rarely drink but I do smoke much more than I should do.
I have held down a steady boring job for the last 16 years so know how to commit to the 'for better or worse' side of things.
I am divorced, 8 years now, and a father of 2 children, daughter 14 and son 11.
Ex-wife and I are not on very good terms, she has custody and I have full visitation which doesn't happen often as I would like and I miss them terribly. I feel I would be a good gentle Father to my children if I was allowed.
My ex-wife was going to be 'forever' and the 'love of my life' but it didn't work out that way. If you are, like me, you will understand how this messes you up for a while.
I have scuba dived and studied many ancient religions and old cults. I did well at school and like to explore a variety of different subjects since. From nutrition, graphic design and creative writing to Paganism, Egyptian history and the darker side of things. I am into movies, series and gaming. I dabble a bit in writing, dream of getting published one day and Photoshopping, astrology and chainmaille making.
I have had several online relationships that ended painfully and some very nastily and for some strange up reason I still believe in love.
Since I am a Introvert and moving around while in primary school, I find it ... difficult opening up to people and making real friends, so this is seriously difficult for me.
I am sarcastic at times, sort of twisted dirty humour, it gets me into a lot of trouble, if saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and the wrong time was a skill, I have just about mastered that and have got several scars both internal and external over this. If you think a comment I make somewhere could not be serious, it probably wasn't.
I am looking for Love, a deep lifetime committed, till death do us part, love … I am told that it doesn't exist any more, please prove me wrong.
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