The Woman and the Dragon

She was clearly the chosen one, the one which the nations had been waiting for. It should have been clear to anyone she met. She dons no physical attribute, but how could you not have known? She bears the promise of the stars—the stars in number ten plus two. Maybe she is just too beautiful to predict: her beauty is of the sun and her feet as shrewd and sure as the moon.

I would wager to say that she did not even understand her destiny or she would have boar wings to fly and left this life behind long ago. So great is the fear in men that it can yield wondrous actions. Surly in her state she would not linger. She could not linger here! For in her womb was a child, but it was not for her. In her womb was deliverance. For, the wages of indulgence is an isolation from which no man can escape.

The woman cried aloud to the heavens. The pains of child birth are like no other. If you still live, you know not pain like this unless you have experienced it firsthand.

Then he heard her cry. It echoed to the corners of the earth. She could not escape him had she known and had she tried. His ears were like the devil, praying on every word you speak and every sound you make. From your mouth he knows your hearts desires and from your mouth he will find you. The power in his talons are so powerful, he could bring the very stars from the sky down to the earth.

And that’s what he did in that day. He takes joy in the suffering of men and joy is what he desired. He knows his fate and his fate is reliant on the fate of that ignorant woman; or on the fate of the child at the very least. So in hearing, he sought them out.

He stood in wait, hiding in the shadow as the woman was about to give berth. He ran the scenario over and over in his devious mind. As soon as the baby is free, he would seize him and murder the mother of life. It was all perfect. It was perfect in its simplicity and could not fail.

It seemed like the wait was endless, but all at once, the child broke free of its bondage. It was a male child as he had known. He had fists of iron, fit to bear an iron scepter and just to punish those who have transgressed. He descended upon the child, like he had done so many times as he waited, and suddenly the child was gone. It was as if the child’s first breath was taken and he was removed from the world by some supernatural power which took pity on him and did not wish him to enter such a defiled nation.

The woman needed rest at that point, but was stricken with so much fear that she could not likely even dream of it. This was the fear she dreamed of. This was the fear that would save her. The woman was given the gift of flight. She bore her eagles wings and flew off to the asylum of her father’s desert palace. This was not a place where she could be followed for it was not even a place that she knew or could know.

There was a war afoot. He knew that he had fallen from his power, that all he was admired for would not be rejected by rectitude and admired by antipathy. He put up a fight, but in vain. He knew he would lose, hurled to the earth in fury; him and his angels alike.

At one time there was power in his testament, but now it is only in the testament of the child and of the mother. Now he dwells amongst those who shrink from death and sits in shame from those who rejoice in their eternal locale. Woe to those who are in him for he has been thrown to the dogs.

His fury brought him to understanding in his position and then to pride. He would give in to his anger. He pursued the woman with his righteous intent, but she was beyond his grasp. Words poured from his lips like water. A cool calming current were his words and she called back to him. He beckoned further, deceitfully calling her to be swept away by the torrent which was the river of his words.

The spirit of understanding and of truth came to be with the women and like the earth opened up and swallowed his words, they were gone and he became enraged. He became enraged at his inability to overcome her so he went to make war against her offspring, who are those from which he is ashamed.

Then he, the dragon stood at the edge of the sea, which is the earth that he was cast down upon, and harnessed all his tears for hatred.