The Sentinels metanoia

tongue mumbled words of life and restoration. paws heavy as he walked, heart light with faith.

nymphs would see to the creation of his desires. dead wood become new, nursed into life by the attendants of nature.

his dream reflected in eyes of hellfire as he steadied his spirit. a breath taken in, exhaled into vaporized wonder.

lips sealed as wind swept by like a whisper in the ear. and he knew then that he was not alone.

he slowed his pace so that unseen company might join him. his figure welcoming, his soul echoing a cheerful warmth.