16 Jul The First Souvenir

Phases. The ones that in which present themselves to me now have begun to slowly unfold, a blooming of sorts – almost like a lotus flower. I’ve seen all that was coming from miles away, I knew what I was getting myself into, for some farfetched string of so called knowledge, or perhaps it was just pride – whispered to me that this is what I must do, this is what had to be done in order to continue onward.

For I, the time of trials and tests are now coming to a close, the fates that seek me out, now solidifying their laws and drafting up their final plans. However at the same time, I know a war is being waged somewhere that feels so close to the heart, yet at the same time so far away. This war is much like the dark night that I once knew before it had subsided; sinister, draining, and bloody. I know too well that it will seek to return, I know too well that it will seek to consume me, I know too well that a death is imminent, and what will follow remains a mystery to me.

You both however, remain hidden along with the Shadows, shadows that have long since made me their slave. For now, during the final phases that await me till confluences return again, they stay hidden, only haunting me in my dreams feeding and erasing every glimmer that I once knew. Even though now, I grow weaker with every passing day, there is a force like none other that seeks to provide me with strength, while at the same time consuming all that is left remaining, leaving none for the Shadows. 

Oh sinister fates, you have yet to see the worst of me, for now I still fight like the knight that I was once aspired to be. I’ve seen many lines that shake me to the core with echoes that eat away at my very essence, yet even so I still have found someway to stand. Because ages ago, I saw things I was never meant to see, and with that came the cursing of the tired eyes which plague me till this day. I know not of what awaits once these Souvenirs are gathered, but I do know while I may tremble more and more with each passing day, it is neither the cause of strength or weakness alone surging through my veins, but instead both forces fighting for complete control. Fighting a war of their own.