30 Aug Shadows

In the time that I’ve spent here, watching what I’ve once known to be the in-between, fade to a shade of blackness once unknown to me – I have, at the same time, been seemingly reunited with a sense of self that was once lost, that was once blinded and shrouded by false light. This sense of self was stored away, some place the eyes could not see, some place the eyes could not bare to reach. For false light is always the blinding light, the light that seeks to use it’s vibrant all to shroud itself from the bullshit and the lies that it is made up of. This false light pray’s on the strong, and it pray’s on the weak. For since birth, we are taught to embrace the light and to refute the dark. We are taught that what is heinous is always hidden in the darkness, hidden in the shadows. I was raised to fear the darkness, raised to be weary of it, raised in assurance that once everything spirals to it’s end – nothing but light will await. I was never taught of the balance, the force in which I had always sought out, a force that had always called to me. It was not until the day I became a part of the darkness, did I realize it’s innocence – oh how misconstrued it was.

Since those day’s, I have witnessed Shadows rise from the depths, beneath false light – silently yet violently. I have witnessed shadows burn and march across lands that do not belong to them. I have witnessed their war begin, for their desperation grows as they begin to join forces with the echoes, converting and transmuting all that lies within it’s path. This force has now become adamant that the night that we have all been raised to fear – is to unfold. These shadows transcend time and space, and laws in which my physical all is bound to. These shadows can see all that will be after this Advent is long gone, and they can see what will become of this war – hence why I know those who resist are simply carrying out their own fate. Hence why I have taken shadows a part of me – for in doing so, I have been spared the countless hours of warring, and new scars and wounds that is to be met in such a war.

In embracing these shadows, I will soon be gifted an opportunity of true solace, likely the last in which before fates are met. For in exchange, I must use the remaining strength that I hold to ignite a flame that will pave the way to destruction across this place, fused with shadows and echoes as the gasoline. This is the path that I must walk, this is the war that I must wage, this is the place that I must reach. A place that lies at the edge of time, a place where every traveler is met with the force that oversees the expiring of all souls. So in these moments leading up to this voyage, I’ll hold my cup high, and drink down the poisons that will see to it that my rests are cut short, that my dreams are blurred, and that my mind remains restless during these darker hours. I’ll sit back and open my tired and exhausted all to a force much darker than what I’ve come to know and transcend those warriors of shadows. I’ll become the wandering catalyst for this shadowed crusade, a wanderer of dimmer lights and final flames. A being that will see himself in different lights.