*****
This is a tale of a Seraphim.
An Angel of God, who sits beside His throne in 
heaven and sings praises to His name eternally.
From her vantage point she is privy to all 
that the Maker does.
She has seen the rise and 
struggle of mankind.
And finally She can stand to be 
silent no more.
*****


In the falls of ages past,
  In the dieing of many men,
The words of One be singing:

"Why, pray Thee, must such madness be?
  Unending and unyeilding it be;
A cruel circle of pain and misery
    And dispair.
Stop! Please Thou must Stop it!"

But the Lord of All shakes His
  Mighty head,
And a great sadness fills His 
  All-knowing eyes.
"No, my precious child." 
  He says to the One.
"I must not touch the Circle."

"But why?!" The One wailed in confusion.
  "Thou art the Lord of All!"

"I have promised these Liberty,
  As they had wished with all their hearts.
And though I knew what fooly would come of it,
  I also knew that these were special.
And without Liberty-
  They would die."

"But being as a Father;
  I told them the danger and
Gave them the means to understand it,
  Hoping this would save them the pain.
It did not."

"but what can we do?
  We cant just look the other way
And forget about them."
  The One cried in flustration.

"WE..." said He
  "We....."
"I can do nothing with the 
  Circle."

"We?..I?.." said the One, thinking carfully.
  "I! What, not I!?
What could I do?
  Alone,
    On Earth!"

"Thine wilt not be alone,
  Little One.
I can still touch
  YOU."

"But...
  But I cant go to Earth!"

"Not as Thou art,
  No, thou canst.
How willing art thee to help?"

"They are in such pain.
  Helpless, lost..."

"Thine wilt have to sacrifice much
  Child.
All that thou knowest and love.
  It is a dangerous, terrible place.
The circle is the least of the evils
  Thine wilt have to deal with.
Things thou hast never known;
  Save in hearing by others.
Pain, sorrow, confusion, Temptation..."

The One sat quietly for long moments.
  Weighing what she knew of Earth,
And all she knew of her life
  In Glory.
Then, weighing that against her fealings:
  piety for the humans,
Longing to help them-
  To make all even; ballance.
And then their was her deep,
  Hidden longing for Earth
And what it brings:
  Flesh, Fealing.
    Its legondary beauty...
She also had to deal with 
  A sense she had never quite
Identified-
  Like a part of her wasn't quite whole
And was pulling her to its other 
  Half.
This inner prompting finally tipped the 
  Scales.

"If I be not alone,
  Then what is there to fear?
With Thee as mine companion
  My Lord?"
She said with a flash of
  Blue-bright smile.

"Time will run for Thee as it
  Does for all of Earth." He warned.

"I know." She said.

"Thine wilt have to give up everything,
  Even thine beautiful hair."

"A small price to pay." The One
  said in a small voice.

"Thine wilt not be able to see or
  Speak with thy friends."

"They will understand."
  Said the One a bit shakily.

"Thou wilt have to 
  FORSAKE THYSELF."

Silence....

I cant remember when The Legond of the One first came into being. All I know is that it started, and I added to it over the years, trying to get the thee's and thou's right (not sure I have them right yet! lol), and finally finished it in 1990. I like to think She came to Earth and is among us.

~Maria Kay
~Shadow

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