26 Aug Cold Blood

The forces that run throughout my tired and exhausted all are beginning to find way’s to give way. It is beginning to seem that much easier before, I am starting to tear at the seams, violently and painfully. Things are not the same as they were before, when shadows that burned march across this place – setting fire to everything in it’s path. For that time has long since gone, and the Twilight’s fires which were set-ablaze have long since been put out by cold and darker knights, which seek to see that all, everything here – is finally put to an end. 

It is during this time however that my weakness is now being exposed, for though I have reached a state of fearlessness like never before – it has begun to ultimately mean nothing to me, as the void that I was once met with on numerous occasions has begun to become much more sinister, spreading like never before. It is swallowing up all that I am, and it is joining forces which the echoes that sweep across this land, they are becoming an undying force that is not to be reckoned with – hence why I now look towards the way of the Shadows as my only option to continue onward.

I have begun to see glimpses and glimmers of what awaits beyond this point, once a newest acceptance is held, and Shadows fully become a part of me. For my destiny now seems to be of one that I seem to have always known, but often forget in some strange in-between state. For during the times that my blood runs slower and colder , are often the same times that I dream of a place of final lifelines, last reconciliations, and a Twilight much more violent yet beautiful than ever before – one that is innocent in all that it is, one that must be met with the hands of fate. To destroy something of such innocence is a sentenced fate of it’s own, an irreversible action, one that will either change, or cement time and space in way’s more stranger than we were never meant to know. I know that the mission of these shadows all along was to put me in this very position, to see that I become the very essence of what they have long since become, to see that I do their bidding. But as my blood begins to run colder, and as my sight begins to drift in and out of clarity, it seems to me that it is not their bidding I must do, if we have been one and the same all along.