On the day of a certain era,
I came forth between the shadows, reaching out my hand to the sun as I clutched the dust within my palms… releasing the days of torments that I shook myself… I looked back to the abyss, should I be regretting my past like my brother did? Would it change me if I follow this path that I crossed upon its soil… whether or not I should, it would just be a waste for me…
I walked for days without the feeling of hunger, searching for what ahead while the sun ignites the land with flames… burning each cells within my body, preaching the daylight of hell as it engulfs my vision… as my will to protect this necklace, where my dreams lies… a Dreamcatcher within its kin… I shoved the sands from my eyes… waiting for the darkness to bind me… as I endure this scorched soil…
As the sun falls for the might of the darkness, the moon rises with the fear within its glimmering red glitters… and I walked pass the Tree of Life, where bodies dreaded across the continent to be enslaved… I wound up beneath it trying to be of service, as they would be like a lifeless living dead… but my heart keeps beating, to lead my soul elsewhere to define the meaning of this plain offset of time… I left my trenched coat there, so that those lifeless being may once know of coldness under the storming darkness that the Tree of Life provides…
I countered several of the Wasted Vultures the next morning, preying on the corpses… looking at me with those sorrowed eyes as I walked between them… singing their sad song over the dead like a soulless beast praying for the food… a monstrous agenda, as the word evil was nothing less different… a predator that prey on the dead… an opportunist, that strikes without us knowing… such abominations and I stood there hiding behind their shadows. Lunatics….
Preaching between truth and lies, grueling for doubts and faiths… the wraiths inside those tombs are just intimidating, wailing and crying searching for something that they’ve lost. I keep my distance shadowing myself with their darkness of doubts and lies. Such imbeciles, trying to gain that weren’t theirs. Either lost, or found, the reason is theirs to blame and nothing more….
After a fortnight, two kind folks town reach me to give me food and shelter while I politely turn them down… not of being rude but because I know who and what are they… as I heard many stories of this seducer, the ghouls of sympathy… such weaklings but dare to scrape another weakness… as I hurried along, away from those sympathizers.. then there’s an innocent, gotten hooked by those impudence ghouls.. scream heard from the shed.. what horror… I ran...
The next day, I reached my destination… the soulless pit, where I bound to end my life…. Hah… such intense courtesy to come all this way to end my life… instead of giving my life to those demons and abominations before… not so keen on living after what I’ve been through… hope of giving up.. nothing to gain except pain… we, these angels… angels of dawn they said… but what prove is there.. as I’m only a mere human with regrets…
Freed
