We are S-L-U

S-L-U

They are the spies or watchers, that appear just like us, 
but blood-parched and pale, the weary dark angelic time wayfarers
that know of only one truth -- magic! 
This troop of players has traveled far beyond all imaginings; 
they are forever doomed to immortality 
on the material plane. 
Each with a symbolic fragment of their innate identity preserved-- 
a black poisoned apple, a witch’s athame, a crown of nobility, a seer’s crystal eye, 
a crow’s feather, a cunning fox’s guise, a locket bejeweled in red baubles, 
a thorned white rose, an elementalist’s fiery salamander, a pharaoh’s serpent, 
a scorpion, a scarlet spider, a silver shining star, an alchemist’s metal spike, 
and a shark’s tooth. 
Together Ramiel’s covenant underground, born of three axes of Thor’s hammer: 
storm, thunder and lightening, two batterers beating steadily on: one a messenger 
and one a time-reckoner, four guns of steel slashing, clashing, shredding, singing true, 
two minstrel masters, and four bardic sirens summoning all as they will: 
the poet, the storyteller, the banshee and the muse.

by LC Harrison

Story originally posted here: http://ameblo.jp/spi-productions-inc/entry-11443209939.html