Twilight makes for mystic visions and crystal clear revelations. Lying in the soft grass near the faucet I rolled my tawny fur around making an S curve with my body. As the dust arose from my friction a frog appeared in sight of my eyes. Kicking my hooves up in the air I rolled to my side rising and hopped as the frog did right into the sparkling water. Taking a drink I transformed into the black bird. Singing and calling my eyes burned into an orange fire embering and remembering what was and once finished what would be. Feeling my soul I reviewed how Martin Luther and Pericles had betrayed me and so many others. Rising up in a spiral I touched the limb known as the hand of God. That calling thrills me and despairs me all in the same thought. It ignites that which should have never been taken away. As the veins filled with the power of nature the winds blew giving blessings. The ring broke making a C. It flowed all the way to the pond and as the waters rose all was cleansed to begin again. The twin gods gleamed as always in the twilight waiting....