Rainbow Catchers  Their teardrops wouldn’t fall, in repulse at the chaos of it all. ’They’ revolted against immorality, frustrated by a man-made reality. He knew something had to be done, and that He was the magickal one. His skin, an aura of spectrum light, *tourmaline* eyes, watching at night. He glanced back to both sidewise, ‘We remember you’ they had cried. Myths and legends had been spread, that He should be avoided with dread. Yet he had no claws, scales or spikes, born within the arc of blue grey abyss. A vivid image flashed into their minds, his heart and theirs, snuggly entwined. He whispered “I’ll make this promise, to be truthful, kind and always honest. In the kingdom of karma and past lives, as we all dwell in the Heaven and skies. As each of your battles are fought and won, lessons will be…