SNOWFLAKE: PART4
When he cut himself, the dripping blood formed a vision
In it, he saw himself best himself in a medieval lancing tournament
He was a gallant knight in this vision of his
His armor was red and white in this vision of his
Wielding a lance upon horseback, which was one of his favourite cutting tools to use
He rode aggressively against the other knight, who looked like him
Covered with all the scars and bruises from the cutting
But yet his own skin was soft and unruptured, healthy and filled with a vitality all his own
He beat the injured looking side of him
Covered with cuts and bruises in this vision of his
Wearing and clad in medieval knight armor
Good for me, he thinks
I won’t have to deal with that side of me
Well, at least not in this dream
The crowd cheers his name-the winner’s name
They are filled with glee
“Brett Dionysus!”
“Brett Dionysus!”
“Eros Dionysus!!”
“Yes! Eros Dionysus!!”
But Brett’s first name was not Eros
For some reason
Listening to the crowd call him “Eros”
Filled him with the hope
That he could create his own universe
For the future
A desire he now felt strongly
A desire to create his own universe, in order to help
His future grew and mature, all on its own
The desire surprised him
He started to spiral out and grab hold of his destiny
“Where is the light I have been searching for all along?!”
He called out into the crowd
A silent response was what they left him with to contemplate
“Eros, there is no light, but there are wings for you to take and fly away, my boy!”
An old man with a cane, with crazed eyes filled with invention and spark
He walked up to Brett, coming through a door to meet him
In the distant area of the stadium
“Eros, I will give you your wings!!”
In one hand, the old man carried some food
In the other hand, the old man carried a set of living wings
“Eat this Ambrosia, and take these wings!”
This is what the old man said to Brett
When he finally moved close enough to Brett
Meeting Brett at eye-contact level
“The food? But what for?”
It was just a simple piece of bread
That he apparently wanted to share with him
“It is special, Eros! You will feel immortal after feasting upon it!!”
The old man with the cane was right
The bread was delicious, as Brett took it from the old man’s hands and ate it
And made Brett feel like a few million bucks of worth to his future on this earth
He felt like he could live forever now
“Here, Icarus! Take these wings! Fly into your future with them!!”
Icarus?
The old man with the eye of an inventor
Outfitted Brett with the pair of wings
Brett flapped them
Brett sent bright white feathers pouring out of the wings
They fell to the ground as “Icarus” took off from the land
Flying high into the air towards the future
His immortal future that was to be
Awaiting him in the air
The feeling of freedom was overtaking Mr. Dionysus, allowing him to fly high and far in the air
He cheered out for himself
As the cheers of the old man and the crowd below him
Grew louder and louder
To applaud him
With a smile on his face
Brett/Eros/Icarus/ Dionysus felt like he finally understood his future
He felt like he finally had the courage
To face the future all on his own
With no one left to guide him anymore
And then
He disappeared
Into the sky
Forever and eternal
As himself
Looking at his bright, beautiful future
Laid out before him in a blueprint
To never disappear
From his sight
Ever again
For as long
As he would be alive
And live forever eternally