31 Jul Shadows of the Fearless

Let me go, let me become part of this, this collective that I has always been calling me out since I can remember. Not much of me remains these days, for the In Between has torn me in directions so far apart that as a whole, I do not belong anywhere. There is an innate knowing in all of this, one that I seem to come to, time after time, failure after failure, rejection and rejection, it is a knowing that we lost, I lost, and the exile was very proof of that.

When the violent waves followed those days and swept away all I once knew and all I held close to me, I knew that this was not meant to last forever, for the lines that I partake on now, and their final turnings are the very proof of that. My darkness, the ones that exist from deep within me, coming alive when darker nights take hold – this darkness knows that it will soon become something greater, it knows that it’s time is not yet finished. And now I, with my every fiber know that this cannot be stopped, this will not be stopped, not even by the hands of the legend itself, this WILL happen, for it is something that has been set so long in stone, my every strength would not be enough to reverse the effects.

Much like the shadows that once risen, and the shadows that once burned across the land, lighting the sky with violent beaming light – the shadows that make their way across this place now are of which we never truly longed to meet, for they’ve been festering for eras, long before those that have which risen and burned, for these seek to devour and erase all that we’ve come to know, but even now, I know they may be my only hope at fighting the echoes that lurk and the cycles that seek to bind me here for an eternity. For though I am fearless, my strength is not infinite, and though I am brave, my will is not everlasting. For now what I shall be lead to, will be a place that will surely lead to where the final remaining sands of time, meet their end within an hourglass of fate.