It was a pleasure to burn.

It was a pleasure to burn. (Photo credit: gfairchild)

The children whispered stories to each other in the dark, playing out rituals and chanting together to comfort each other and ward off the demons that prowled at the edges of the shadows.  They started to believe in their own stories, the words and rituals became important.  Their prosperity, indeed their very lives, depended on them; they feared that they would be lost without them.

Words spoken in dark of night
Seized their hearts and minds

Some of the more opportunistic children used the stories and rituals to control their peers, feeding uncertainty and causing the other children to rely upon their words.  Soon, the most charismatic of these children held sway over many of their fellows.

Words of few were words of all
Held children in thrall


candles (Photo credit: rogerglenn)

The word became validated by the belief and actions of the many; it became unquestionable, the faith unwavering.  Those brought into the fold chanted the words and acted out the rituals without ever feeling the need to ask why; it felt good to belong, it felt right to conform.  With so many children thinking, speaking and acting as one under their influence, the children who were in charge had a mighty tool with which to shape their destiny.

Words as water grinding rock
Children knelt with flock

Burning Castle Before a City

Burning Castle Before a City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the name of the word the children built mighty temples and cities, empires rose and fell.  Acts both noble and maleficent were carried out, history was both written and burned as words of passion kindled fires in the hearts of the children, forging intent.

Words of fire consumed hearts
Children reached for stars

The word spread out amongst the children and far across the land; yet still there were pools of shadow beyond the immolation which the fiery word had not reached, or which were abandoned.  In these places, children whispered stories to comfort each other in the darkness, to ward off the demons who dwelt at the edges of the flames.

Words of fire forge and burn
In dark children yearn

serpentine sunset

serpentine sunset (Photo credit: Ali Catterall)


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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