Blue Fyre ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part VIII – Vital to Worlds with Purple Skies Chapter Thirty-Six – Muab The old black woman looked ancient with wrinkles like the rings of a tree through-out her, face Her voice cackled as she sang nursery rhymes moreover, riddles of old in a quick, timed pace. She measured and stirred the brew in her black iron cauldron, a healing potion. In strength, she cast into her brew, swishing her skirts, always in motion. Her flowing garments were faded cloth that once held colors bold Of red, purple and green; in hues and shades of a bright glittering gold. Her bosom heavy, singing and humming as she spooned into a bowl Her elixir for the Dragon of Cobalt Blue with the bright loving soul . Muab had dreamed of her and waited patiently for the time when she would come upon one that sang and spoke rhyme In a primal rhythm, glowing with an aura of azure blue As in Muab’s vision, chanting Keltoi words glided and flew On magick wings of grace To arrive in this place As the final key, she would know How to return with the fault lines flow Muab held a spoon to the Dragon’s lips DragonBlue carefully, hungrily from it sips Slowly opening her eyes to see peeling wallpaper, scanning up to a moldy ceiling in decay. The voice Dragon Blue had heard through the wall began to chant, Muab’s body to rock and slowly to sway… This world they had found themselves in Created by the Dark Lord, blackness to spin Wedged between dimensions to capture all Who held the life force in the magick call. |