Just a little something I thought I should share,
Thammuz, The Cursed
Even amongst his own he stands alone as an obscenity. He is a lost soul, trapped in the darkest corners of his own Imagination. He is cursed. As the clouds darken, and the sun sets, and the night falls, he begins his journey. He searches for peace, but he doesn’t obtain. He searches for love, trotting by figures holding each other in the night as he continues alone, holding back tears as black as ink and cold as the reality he is bound to. He searches for others like him and he doesn’t find. He looks to the sky as he stands in the center looking around, seeking the moon for guidance, but finds that his only compass is covered by dark clouds like the ones that dwell in his soul. Each night he goes on this quest and time and time again the result is the same. He begins to retreat as he watches the cold gripping wind blast the leafless trees of the winter. He retreats into the darkness, black as the void. He finds peace in the darkness. He loves the darkness, it is his cloak, it is his shield and it is his lover. As he retreats with his eyes locked, starring into the lonely world, eyes empty and cold, he is still. As he begins to rest he hopes that one day he will be freed from this hell. He hopes that one day reality will be his dream, and his dream will be his reality, until then he remains cursed. As to how he became this abomination, that is another story.
TO BE COTINIUED…
Even amongst his own he stands alone as an obscenity. He is a lost soul, trapped in the darkest corners of his own Imagination. He is cursed. As the clouds darken, and the sun sets, and the night falls, he begins his journey. He searches for peace, but he doesn’t obtain. He searches for love, trotting by figures holding each other in the night as he continues alone, holding back tears as black as ink and cold as the reality he is bound to. He searches for others like him and he doesn’t find. He looks to the sky as he stands in the center looking around, seeking the moon for guidance, but finds that his only compass is covered by dark clouds like the ones that dwell in his soul. Each night he goes on this quest and time and time again the result is the same. He begins to retreat as he watches the cold gripping wind blast the leafless trees of the winter. He retreats into the darkness, black as the void. He finds peace in the darkness. He loves the darkness, it is his cloak, it is his shield and it is his lover. As he retreats with his eyes locked, starring into the lonely world, eyes empty and cold, he is still. As he begins to rest he hopes that one day he will be freed from this hell. He hopes that one day reality will be his dream, and his dream will be his reality, until then he remains cursed. As to how he became this abomination, that is another story.
TO BE COTINIUED…
