28 Aug Antibodies

Toss me into the river along with the rest of those who sought to defy fate – all of those eras ago. Cast me out into some strange and darkened out-lands, along with the trying some who did not meet at the hands of Lords during the edge of an Advent. Tie my ankles and wrists to heavy boulders and stones and push me into the ocean, allowing my body to seek, downwards, downwards, into the darkened abyss – where I will lie eternally, along with all I had once lost.

These times are strange times, and I know they will only get even stranger, for from the return of the legend, to the now weakening at my knees – I know things will never be the same. I have let these shadows slowly become a part of me as they seek to become one with my despair, I have let them see the world as I see it, for in return they oath to guide me to this temporary place of solace and peace, before they vow to devour it in it’s entirety – using me as their catalyst. The echoes have once again started to become a part of me once again, but unlike before they pierce at the veil of the shadows – for at this time, they serve as my protection. In essence, they need me, and I need them.

Throughout all of these ages, from the time they began to rose, to the time they started to burn, I know now that they seek to carry out their final mission; their final plan to see that all is met with the end by their hands. For I may not know their truest intentions, and I may not know who they truly serve, but something deep down inside of me tells me that in due time, I will find out. In the in-between, there are windows, windows that I in which peer out of from time to time. During certain windows in time, one may peer out of these windows and be met with visions that showcase visions of fates. They are teases in essence, but also a glimpse into the truth of things we have always seek to know. I have recently caught a glimpse out of one of these windows, and all I see is war – a burning war, which has been brought upon the very shadows themselves. I not only can see what they have done to some strange and vast lands that lie outside of my control, but what they will ultimately do to me, and this place that I currently know. 

It is much to late to form a resistance, and it is much to late to cut ties. For soon, I will truly let them devour me whole – for in exchange of a temporary sense of solace and peace, before I must be with all that I truly am.