K.D. Scriminger

All your worst fears come rushing back…flooding your mind…overwhelming you…drowning you. Slowly… slowly they begin to approach… inching closer and closer…you can feel the slightest breeze as they take swipe after swipe at you...

The returning darkness that you feel, is not unfamiliar, and reminds you once again that there is no escape, that they are real and that they do exist. They are making their way to you…to tear you piece by piece… each taking a turn…one by one… waiting for you to fall…

And now...they have you trapped…they begin to claw at your skin, sending shivers up your petrified body…they are so close that you can hear them hissing in your ear. They spin the world around you...Spinning, Swirling, Spinning...Confused and Dazed you start to tip and topple…you fall to your knees and your tears fall to the ground...

I I
Looking around, you search in desperation for help…and though there are some outreached helping hands...(of deception)...you know from experience, that they aren’t all trust worthy…but which one do you choose…think, THINK...now is not the time for guessing...if only because you don’t want to be wrong again! Determination growls from inside… NO you don’t need them…nothing and no one can be trusted, not anymore…you struggle to stay strong…to stand up and start again! But you can’t think clearly…not when there isn’t enough room to breathe…your scattered thoughts and uneasy emotions have you on a rollercoaster…you don’t need help…you never have…this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last…and yet…your heart suggests you want to be rescued…and you want to be saved...but more importantly…you just want it all to end…

Their odorous, lingering breath swirls all around you...until at last you are nauseous...Their claws are sinking deeper and deeper beneath your skin...And you know you are screaming...as loud as you possible can…and yet, there is no sound...except the hissing in your ears. And with every whipping and beating against your skin...scrapping and digging of their claws...You can see nothing…NOTHING in the darkness - though you know it’s real because the pain is very real...and the blood runs down your arm...mixing with your tears.

But now…will this be your end…you are already down…and your mind…body…soul…won’t take anymore…just CAN’T take it anymore…your strength is bleeding...draining away...and you are sure that…they have won! You can’t do this anymore...and darkness becomes darker...you won’t...you can’t...fight it anymore…and now, you pray this isn’t how it ends…as you collapse…at last…limp on the cold damp ground…you are now dead to the world around you…

I I I
Suddenly, with a great SWISH, from wings that span at least ten feet each…the huddled mass of decomposing stench that was attempting to feed upon her fresh, warm body…are flung violently…skyward and backwards. He flew down...(from above)...his tail snapped like lightning in the air, and with a soft thud his feet landed on the ground. Standing majestically over her, with his dragon wings curved ‘round her…defensively shielding and…protecting her...

His eyes of stone silently stare at the ominous monsters…daring the venomous creatures…to deny him of his treasure…he justly stole back from them. They hiss and spit towards him…stomping and striking out at him…(but only in stupidity)…for while he stands guard...his tail lashes out at them…wrapping ‘bout their necks…strangling them…they whimper…begging to be released…and finally...when all was...what it would be...they were simply tossed aside…

You should not assume he is a monster…or even think of him as one…though part dragon…his soul and heart are very much human…he is the Protector...protector of one…of one who did not let him in…who could not let him in…even though he was right there…(always right there, in the shadows, at her side)...she did not want help, because of her fear…the fear that she could not trust again…he was hopeful that it was not too late...(maybe he should have...but he couldn’t have intervened)...and hopefully she had not waited…too long…before she finally…..FINALLY…let him in. He leaned over her motionless body…and gently brushed her face with his hand…it was still warm…

When all seemed calm for the moment…he gently lifted her body...carefully...up off the ground…and with ease and smoothness…his wings lifted them up…soaring straight into the air. He held her tight…secure and protected…up above the darkness they rose…up above the shadows and the fears…up above the existence that she lived in…up above the world so high…to rest in peace with the stars at their side…comforted by the moon’s full light.

I V
The coolness of the night air…stirs you to open your eyes…gazing upon your rescuer… cautiously eyeing him…you begin to fear him...(trembling)...as your eyes focus on...his tail…and his wings…but, when your eyes meet his…there is a sense of something...something you don’t...fully understand…but some how you feel...a little..safer than you have in many…many years. Your body still aches and you are still screaming...(on the inside)…wanting to be let out…freed from pain…He leans in to kiss your forehead…you know you are safe…and as your eyes close...resting for now...He holds you closer…warming your trembling body with his own…

V
When her frail, battered body stopped shaking...he silently...lets out a sigh of relief…and when the morning light breaks into the sky…sending darkness away…he will not leave her side…she believes in him now…she trusts him…and would undoubtedly expect him to be there…to be her Protector! (As it should have always been!)

He was certain...that she needed him now more than ever, and he’d be there…as the days turned into nights and the nights into days.

NOTE: Artwork Inspired by "the Guardian"
by SELENA FENECH (click here for her artwork)