Epoch’s Rebellion

I’ve never cared for what they’ve said of me…
A sold rhetoric after my name...

And who is Enoch to them? Just as written for they’ve found.
A speculative good and evil and thus I’ve been…this prevalent and onerous flame.

Always a comfort to them and my nightly din…as I always hear their prayers.
I let go and unto this *lifts his frozen hands* not sure of what or could define me.

Carried on some strange wind has time brought me here…
New in this epoch’s rebellion as everything is faith…as old insights are faded.

Unsullied intrigue moves me, and I’m wrought from my barren grave.
Forced as to my title and I taste the heavens, where there my mind hungers.

My greater conscious won me…where there a sound of laughter boomed and whence I followed.
And here my will has lifted me…where herein you stay and are thence my hosts.

*His bow regressed and then he swept, his acquired cape and manner straight as hence he rest*.

*Expressing a handsome smile his voice was smooth* Allow my introduction. Formally, Enoch…the steward of legend and desperate guest, *he raked the chamber, spelling out “Marriott” on the wall as the alumni stare. Finally, he only raised his brow and continued*

We are all of us many and silent in our thoughts. But do be good and share, lest my curiosity best me…as my will alone maintains their privacy. Now tell me of this century, as you each know of it.

As the room buzzed he closed his tired eyes, listening to determine who he would choose…. But none too soon had his vision paused that his dreams had found him.
He knew as memories they would come, inherited his added years to harbor…
Where every century bore his burdened enclave…wherein, his silence whispered he was damned.

Standing upon the ruling table he quickly chose. And before his thoughts could haunt his actions, he aggressed.

Enoch journeyed through he stars, carrying his hope securely.
Though, even flight’s familiar momentum censored his usual graces.
He glittered whence he landed, standing on the balcony of his tutor’s residence. She invited him in, still shivering from the flight. But then, so did he…

Waking in a new century was always startling, the smells and the sounds so foreign until you could barely breathe it for the same oxygen you knew.

He settled in the guest bedroom for the coming dawn, accepting the inevitable as his only familiar…
And Enoch let the dreams flood him.