Post by yazhi on Nov 8, 2007 2:59:41 GMT -5
~Sits down with a pen and her Journal and starts to write~
Nov 8, 2007
The dreams they seem to be growing stronger they haunt my every sleeping and waking moment. I have told no one of the extent of my dreams. The blood the horror I saw why me why do they haunt me. I saw the Church again it calls my name I don't understand it or why or even where its at. They grave yard it calls to me I see Him standing there amongst the shadows but I can not see His face.
He comes for me in my dreams He Haunts my memories like the mist haunts the night. I can not see His face so I fear Him I don't know what He wishes or wants. He shows me death and destruction the blood soaked ground beneath His feet. I feel His eyes upon me they bore strait through the depths of my soul. The chill that runs through my body seems to make my heart ake.
I saw a pendent in my dream its was so vivid it was a pentagram and upon that pentagram was 5 stones two black two gray and one red stone in the center. What could that mean I could not understand it the confution the darkness it surounds me like the myst covers the ground. The voices they call to me they call my name as I try and walk across the depths of insanity. Where will they lead me where will my dreams cross into reality..
Bishop gave me a sword today it looks like one in my dream. Short Japanesse sword in a sheath The sheath was white in color and capped at each end in gold that was beautifully fillagreed and as he moved to her she could see the moonlight glinting along the silver fillagree of the body of the scabbard and as he held it out to her she could see that the Scabbard had a flock of silver birds flying off a cherry tree and a demon breathing fire into that same tree. The guard was Octagonal and clad in gold the grip was wrapped in leather and capped on the end with a pommle of silver and inset with a multitude of small jewel that looked like moonstones.
Nov 8, 2007
The dreams they seem to be growing stronger they haunt my every sleeping and waking moment. I have told no one of the extent of my dreams. The blood the horror I saw why me why do they haunt me. I saw the Church again it calls my name I don't understand it or why or even where its at. They grave yard it calls to me I see Him standing there amongst the shadows but I can not see His face.
He comes for me in my dreams He Haunts my memories like the mist haunts the night. I can not see His face so I fear Him I don't know what He wishes or wants. He shows me death and destruction the blood soaked ground beneath His feet. I feel His eyes upon me they bore strait through the depths of my soul. The chill that runs through my body seems to make my heart ake.
I saw a pendent in my dream its was so vivid it was a pentagram and upon that pentagram was 5 stones two black two gray and one red stone in the center. What could that mean I could not understand it the confution the darkness it surounds me like the myst covers the ground. The voices they call to me they call my name as I try and walk across the depths of insanity. Where will they lead me where will my dreams cross into reality..
Bishop gave me a sword today it looks like one in my dream. Short Japanesse sword in a sheath The sheath was white in color and capped at each end in gold that was beautifully fillagreed and as he moved to her she could see the moonlight glinting along the silver fillagree of the body of the scabbard and as he held it out to her she could see that the Scabbard had a flock of silver birds flying off a cherry tree and a demon breathing fire into that same tree. The guard was Octagonal and clad in gold the grip was wrapped in leather and capped on the end with a pommle of silver and inset with a multitude of small jewel that looked like moonstones.