The inspiration for an ongoing saga by Les Waggoner
A spattered shield, nicked and dented, ravaged and weathered from endless battles, its emblazon mirroring the scene in which it is set. In silent respite, it leans stoically against its stalwart mate, a stout, trusty, baneful blade of lethal grace being thrust into the musty earthen ground its hilt jutting skyward begging for purpose anew.
The vista of a boundless horizon reaching far in the hazy distance, above which a strikingly vibrant azure sky beckons of potentialities yet unborn and which slips down to meet a lush welcoming and undulating field of green life.
Above and shieldside, the sun in perpetual effulgence doth shine down, its endless rays casting away shadows and doubt even as a phoenix, with searing heat and blinding luminescence erupts forth trailing flames and cinders as it arcs armside in a resplendent arc across the ethereal expanse, swooping ebulliently back down to greet its fearless celestial counterpart.
Beneath the blazing celestial entity, the ancient grizzled oak, with its mighty gnarled roots sewn into the earth, rugged and weather-beaten bark, and rustling leaves lightly caressing the sky, stands stout and unyielding, ever reaching skyward despite its timeless nature, as if upon its iron Atlas-like boughs rests the universe in its cosmic entirety.
Bursting forth from leaf and bough, from the very heart and root of the eternal tree, emanates the leviathan of yore, an immense, majestic dragon powering its way to the shieldside, wings dragging huge spats of wind pushing it forcefully and gracefully across the land, twisting and arcing back to face its blazing compatriot.
As these primordial titans regard each other the eternal dance, betwixt and between contradictions and opposites, plays out. Each knowing, trusting, and relying on the other as their very existence is nought without their comrade, there is no light without dark, no life without death, no living without rebirth. Entrusting the powers, they continue evermore.
Upon the shield in blazon proper, the Elysium is reflected: Per fess azure and vert, issuing from a sun in dexter chief gold a phoenix descending in an arc toward the sinister gules enflamed gold, and issuant from an oak tree uprooted in sinister base gold a dragon ascending in an arc toward the dexter silver, the heads respectant in fess point.
The Heater and the Hack, quiet spectators to the visage, stand in silent regard.
In Balance, Brilliance.