B'you-nay's Story

... We pick up from past words.... .... As my discussions with this Angel deepen.... She shows me her wounds... Here fixes.... Perfect circles surround the slashes... The fixes of past damage evident in the tiny circles... Some may admire the skill it takes to fix such damage...... that all my take a deep breath and admire them... ...She shows me the private inner sanctum... Wow... ... Perfection... firm... proud... ... The discussions go deep into the night..... Her pain of her Keeper Baltasars..... ....Someone who has a penetrating word..... His gift I'm enlightened is on of hurt....To shame..... ... He hurts her inner core..... demanding the un-holy... taking away her faith... ... stripping her bare of everything a She-Angel yearns for... ... Demanding her filth... not her cleanliness..... ... This draws our Angel into a state of night... She losses time... Filth is here enemy... ... It shames her... Deprives our Angel a life to teach the young ones.... ..She speaks to me of the young ones she has borne.... The three... So un-alike..... ...But each a chip off her soul.... a piece of her in every way... ...The lithe.... The intelligent... The lady..... .... Our bond grows steadily stronger as we swop words..... ... Slowly I'm seeing her unfold in front of me... Wings that had been hidden now open gently... ... Ages of non use has left them bent and shapeless... ...But slowly.. gently as a butterflies awakening.....Her wings slowly arise....Wow..... ...I'm speachless and can only admire... No words for what seems hours... ... She is not tall.... But these wings tower above her... Delicate shape... This I suppose is for her delicate moves she was able to perform..... Her Palladium coloured hair a contrast to these magnificent royal colour... A colour of Kings.... She must be a Royal Angel I catch myself thinking...... Which Angel was bestowed this status... .. Which other received this gift of Purple..... ..... It becomes clearer why I said this Angel is no normal Angel.... ....B'you-nay what sectrets do you hold.... .. Show me these... I shall cherish them a lifetime..... To be continued....................................

"In continuum, defense of an Angel... The fight continues"

....yet... I carry on my story... My Angels.. My soul..
... She is no ordinary Angel... She is a lithe one... One who uses actions & movement...

Against the stream i shall tell you her name...

... i shal name her... b'you-nay... angel of movement... she lives in my soul..

... a picture in mind.. a perfect person... a body of a siren... proportionate, and every dreams dream...

... hair of a bright lustrous palladium...

... but as all angels... my angel was also of a fighter...

.. and as all fighter angels she bore her scars... she bore fresh ones...

.. ones where they fixed the damage for the better...

.. our angel.. our b'you-nay was also a bearer angel... and bore forward three who would continue the plight of angels...

... this and countless scars would and can be fixed...

... skilled hands would be able to fix, rejuvenate...

.. but deeper scars would need kind words to bring peace...

... abuse on many levels left my angel in spells of the night...

... constant, yet avoidable...our angel tells of hurt...

... i swim in a stream of emmotion... i drown in her tears... wishing... wishing...

... i pray this tide dries and she no longer sees the night...

.. i said she has many talents... she moves well... a weapon a pole...

... an artfull talent she employed in her defense...

... it was her focus before she was drawn into the web of producing angels to aid the fight...

... she was given the task to carry on the fight by a baltesarn angel of despair...

... had she known she would never have signed for the task..

.. would never have taken on the plea to add to angels...

... maybe later she would have... but not in the beginning.. never...

i shall continue this as her story unravels...

.. for now... imagine her story... see her soul... see her as i do...

.. she inspires my applause... she is humble...