23 Sep Legend of the Flame

By the time this is all said and done, by the time this has all burned to cinders, by the time that the true motives are discovered, I will be long gone. For in this age we walk whilst asleep, for in this age we become things that we were never meant to be. I still dream of your supposed bloodshot eyes, as you lived through the same curse I had, sought, I had sought to break free from the cycle whilst you still remained trapped within it. It is a shame how all of these things have played out, colder air brings about a much clearer mind, but at the same time a much darker sleep.

Since I can remember I have stayed drifting in and out of sleep, for my waking dreams are ones that yearn for a fire that I have been told contains the answers to all of the questions that I seek, the home I have been yearning for – for so long, the love that I had once longed for, the love that I had once oathed to suffer for. Such a frivolous state we have all been thrown into now, perhaps it is due to the lack of flames that have remained for such a long period of time, but now, I believe that with this Age of Shadows comes a burning much greater than anything I’ve come to know.

The fear I once had about the fading has now begun to escape me. All that is left is the sheer unknown thought, and the acceptance of the state that will be the void if all of this begins to fold. For during the days when the Twilight does not shine, for during the days when cycles and echoes clash with the shadows, for during the darker hours of the night where I drift into what I am to become, the only longing that remains is for a fire and to return where I came from.