On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

Voices

"Come to us to crush your foe! It's your wish to make them woe! Louses will be smashed by hills, will be standing on their knees! Where are you?! Return at last! Stop right now and do it fast!" shouted the first voice.

"Power! Delight! Gain the might! Join the blight!" the second was crying in a heart-rendering squeal.

"Wonderful little girl we possess, she will comfort you, ease the stress! Thirsting for her? Where are you going?! Join the horde in the orgies and falling!" the third one shouted after.

"Money is better than all silly girls! Women are whores, beggars, and trolls! All our gold you should better accept, strange voice of conscience better not kept. All in the world then you can always buy! The soul is lost – but the body survives!" guffawed the fourth one.

"Afraid of us, for we are here! We shall devour all that is near! We now don't care, we're gonna to die! Fear of us now and tremble, and cry!" the fifth howled with thunder peals.

"Hatred and rage... this ain't the cage! My lovely slave, I am your grave! Go down to me – bottom you'll see. Hatred and rage – excellent blade! Go to the abyss, join the raid!" the sixth tried to caress hearing.

"Here! To us! Look! In the glass! Stand by! Flame, pool! Where are you?! Fool!" all of them started crying at once, merging themselves into some indescribable chaotic discord.

"See, how they overstrain below? They are shouting like that to everyone, including the pedestrian ones. Especially the pedestrian ones, to be exact. Really hungry they are," my snow-white workmate by heaven smiled and showed a hand downwards, where somewhere away on the earth under us landscapes of crevices with tongues of flame, periodically erupting from them, were flowing.

"There can be pedestrian ones?" I questioned.

"Even creeping ones happen to be. As a rule, such ones are being very fast caught and... hrum-hrum... you know."

"Severely."

"Well..." the workmate sadly smiled. "What's the reason in creeping? Especially in times like that one..."

"By the way, how much time do we have in our possession?" I parried.

The workmate looked somewhere upwards for a pair of seconds, then turned to me and answered.

"The time of everyone is made so that it's always enough for his tasks, at due efforts. And concerning humankind in general – very little," he added after a while.

"And what to do with them?" I questioned him, showing a Chasm, spreading below.

"With these voices? Don't pay attention. They will cry for some time and become silent. The higher you will fly up – the lesser you will hear them."

"How far shall we travel from here on?" I interrogatively looked at my guide.

"Can you see t-h-a-a-a-a-a-t star in the heavens?" and the angel specified a small shining point, which has occurred on the horizon.

"Hardly ever noticed," I replied. "But a direction of movement looks clear enough."

"Well, nice and perfectly," and the angel smiled. "Then forward up to the sky – on all wings, as they say!"

"Forward!" answered I and smiled at him in return. "Together with you and the God!"

26.09.2012