Ramblings I by Tafgh

The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me fly high into sky and never to die but alright, what if I died, then I might have to choose a new form, to be born again and when I do, I will seek out you to bring death to the world and light in the sky, for the sky in my mind is only as little as it was when I died.

Do you even know what it might have been? I don't either but then there are those who speak of ether, I chose to be none of them, finding myself in the midst of them. They wanted to know, they went low on their knees and I heard of their pleas. They would send me bags of peas, but I am a pea so why I would I need those indee', "no", I said.
And then walked towards the end, fell through the door, only to be at the beginning once more.
Now I had my Horn, my true form was born.

I walked through the desert following the man, the great hazard. It ended in bones and he told me of Jones, of Loans and of the light, the magnificent bright light. "Oh what if I might go to it", I asked. He answered "do so and you'll be end up dead", I told him I died once, can't hurt to die again, to which he took his knife and I shot him through the head. The beach I rested, birds had nested in the bones of the man, his robe was there and the skull smiled, the grin of a foolish child.