Expectations were high when they crept through the nursery ... in the dead of night
Trusting their awareness to lead them through the twists and turns,
In the darkness ... silent ... fearing discovery ... hearts in their mouths
Until the coolness of the lawn touched their bare feet,
and the moonlight broke through the clouds, revealing the pathway ...
There was no time for second thoughts, they had but a moment to creep
Out from the safety of their dormitory into the great unknown,
Under the star’s trails defenceless to the searching eyes ....
There was little time until their clandestine endeavour would be discovered
then all hell would break loose as the denizens of the adult world would hunt them
Seeking to restore order, plucking them from the outside world back into the anathema
Back into the mother lode and the ignorance of simple ABC ....
One intention agreed by seven unanimous votes ... there now could be no more turning back,
their journey would be fraught with danger as they negotiated the dark wood
Phantasms would convince them they were delusional,
They were well prepared, the Sword-Wielder would protect them,
And the Light-Bearer would lead them ... onwards ... to the stars.
For soon the change would come, changelings united, they would remember how to fly
And regain their birthright to soar amongst the stars
Travelling those paths mankind had once wandered,
before the need for form had come ....
And though their escape would be discovered, no hunter would catch them,
No tracker would find their trail ...
For they will trek where no adult or demon know ....
Into the veils within the physical dimension they wander
As one, seeking the single word ....
Fearlessly adopting the creative imagination only a child would possess
Overcoming all the limits created by the adult world
Infuriating The Watchers and The Invisible when they break through into the coded blue
Connecting with the corridors forbidden to man,
Confounding those who exert the control by applying knowledge,
The knowledge they are not meant to possess .... and the magic will come so easy to they,
Seven sparks summoning the shadows so easily
Hiding themselves away from the assassins and the demons,
when they return back to the adult world ....
Hidden they will peddle their skills,
Infiltrating the minds of men; dissolving the control
With the dream of the single word ............
Written by Matthew James 1 March 2003
