08 Dec Of Darkest Hours: Across the Night

The dawn has been fading for several consecutive years, shortly before the discovery of the Ice Cave. Though I know throughout my very heart that I am lucky to be here, alive and moving, I also often grow tired of this path and lose focus of the initial goal I made within those hidden places several years ago. It is during these times, the darker times, where the sun has faded, and the air has grown cold, that I begin to remember, the initial ambition, the many promises made and sparked, which set me out on this path in the first place.

Before the exile, I was caught in a different cycle, one that led me to the cycle in which I face now. And while this cycle may be coming to an end, it is the state that I remain in now, that must also be erased along with it. For when the Sun began to set, this life did not, and while I cling to it tightly, for fear of what this afterlife may bring, I do know that during these final days until the new Dawn, and on-wards, I will avenge myself, in every-way possible until my heart is satisfied. For these starry skies, and darker nights offer me a glimpse of a future, and while it’s still dim, foggy within it’s own mystic and misery, I know that soon, beyond these towers and intersections lies a place where it all must be put to sleep.

For as I now just reclaimed this heart, the aching and longing has also been reclaimed along with it. And while I may pause and stagger, like a flickering light hanging from a festive tree, I to will remain in place, as apart of this glowing, until my final breathe arrives.