after all, our mortal shells decompose and their atoms break down and rejoin the earth, so why should our spirit not? I held a conversation with a learned man of the University who explained to me that energy used in one form reappears in another, and is never lost. I see no reason why this should not be true of us also.
Behind me the sun has broken the horizon, brightening The Wall though shedding none of it's intimidation. I can see the fingers of light begin to inch their way across the land before me. I remember the Wraith's who were frightened of the dawn, they would howl and seek out the shadows, but it has never been so for me. I know I will return tomorrow, and all the nights thereafter, watching The Wall and reminiscing.
I stand. As the sunlight hits me, I see them all, all the thousands upon thousands of Wraith's stretching miles across the Wilderness. Like turning to face a bright light and seeing shapes flicker and blur, it lasts only the briefest of moments, and is gone again so fast you wonder if you saw anything at all.
I step into the field, my ethereal form turning the dew to ice. I see other trails of ice also, revealing to me the footsteps of those other Wraith's again invisible to me.
I volunteer my arms to the morning sky, as blue as any peacock breast, and offer myself to the sunlight once more.
©Kelvin James Roper 2009
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