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[Promethean] The Word
Ezekiel said dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Ezekiel said dem dry bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
He ran; he ran as though he were being chased, although he was alone on the rooftops. He ran as fast as he could, his huge feet barely touching the slate and asphalt.
Foot bone's connected to the ankle bone,
Ankle bone's connected to the leg bone,
Leg bone's connected to the hip bone...
He leaped from one roof to the next, divine fire flowing through his limbs, hardening his sinews and launching him across the space. He could feel the power flowing out of his furnace, through his legs, pouring across the connections between the disparate parts of his huge body.
Hip bone's connected to the back bone,
Back bone's connected to the neck bone,
Neck bone's connected to the head bone,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
He hit the next roof with a crash, leaving a sizeable dent and sending a jarring shudder up from his feet to his crown. He winced at the pain, but ran on, pringing over obstacles with practised ease.
Head bone's connected to the neck bone,
Neck bone's connected to the back bone,
Back bone's connected to the hip bone...
Another leap, raw strength this time. He hits the side of the next building and catches the lip of the roof with his fingers. His body batters the wall, but he swings himself up and runs on.
Hip bone's connected to the leg bone,
Leg bone's connected to the ankle bone,
Ankle bone's connected to the foot bone,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
A last leap, two storeys down and gravity all the way. He hits and bends, taking the shock in his legs. Then finally a drop to the ground and this time he rolls, the fall flowing into the tumble, and he barely feels the impact. He runs on at street level, suddenly aware of the flexibility and coordination in his limbs. Months of study fall into place and he understands the connections.
Ezekiel said dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones gon' walk around,
Dem bones, dem bones gon' walk around...
He feels a change, deep inside him. Feels the hardness and the iron leaving his body. His limbs, while still strong, move with newfound grace. The core of him softens, becoming malleable, flexible; adaptable. He will bend more easily, he understands without having the words for it, but he will not break. His Throng will bend before the storms to come, but while he holds the centre, they will not break either.
As he understand this, he realises that he is not the shambling creature his creator abandoned on the wall of a castle in a thunderstorm. He has no tag to define him anymore; he isn't afraid of loud noises; he can do more than lift and carry.
He is no longer a Titan; no longer Haywalk.
He feels the power that flows freely between his limbs. He throws back his head and roars his name to the sky.
"Ezekiel!"
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Ezekiel said dem dry bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
He ran; he ran as though he were being chased, although he was alone on the rooftops. He ran as fast as he could, his huge feet barely touching the slate and asphalt.
Foot bone's connected to the ankle bone,
Ankle bone's connected to the leg bone,
Leg bone's connected to the hip bone...
He leaped from one roof to the next, divine fire flowing through his limbs, hardening his sinews and launching him across the space. He could feel the power flowing out of his furnace, through his legs, pouring across the connections between the disparate parts of his huge body.
Hip bone's connected to the back bone,
Back bone's connected to the neck bone,
Neck bone's connected to the head bone,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
He hit the next roof with a crash, leaving a sizeable dent and sending a jarring shudder up from his feet to his crown. He winced at the pain, but ran on, pringing over obstacles with practised ease.
Head bone's connected to the neck bone,
Neck bone's connected to the back bone,
Back bone's connected to the hip bone...
Another leap, raw strength this time. He hits the side of the next building and catches the lip of the roof with his fingers. His body batters the wall, but he swings himself up and runs on.
Hip bone's connected to the leg bone,
Leg bone's connected to the ankle bone,
Ankle bone's connected to the foot bone,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
A last leap, two storeys down and gravity all the way. He hits and bends, taking the shock in his legs. Then finally a drop to the ground and this time he rolls, the fall flowing into the tumble, and he barely feels the impact. He runs on at street level, suddenly aware of the flexibility and coordination in his limbs. Months of study fall into place and he understands the connections.
Ezekiel said dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones gon' walk around,
Dem bones, dem bones gon' walk around...
He feels a change, deep inside him. Feels the hardness and the iron leaving his body. His limbs, while still strong, move with newfound grace. The core of him softens, becoming malleable, flexible; adaptable. He will bend more easily, he understands without having the words for it, but he will not break. His Throng will bend before the storms to come, but while he holds the centre, they will not break either.
As he understand this, he realises that he is not the shambling creature his creator abandoned on the wall of a castle in a thunderstorm. He has no tag to define him anymore; he isn't afraid of loud noises; he can do more than lift and carry.
He is no longer a Titan; no longer Haywalk.
He feels the power that flows freely between his limbs. He throws back his head and roars his name to the sky.
"Ezekiel!"
Now hear the word of the Lord.