Nimexa, The Gentle Breeze
Dark Prognosticus
Burning Werewolf
Joined: 04 May 2007
Posts: 16966
HP: 97 MP: 10 Lives: 1
|
 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:01 am
|
 |
|
I'm not much of a writer. I can't get words out.
So I have no clue why I just wrote this in the past 15 minutes. Maybe it's becuase I couldn't fall asleep until I did. I doubt anyone would get any of the symbolism or anything.... but here:
| Quote: | There is no start to it. If there was, he couldn't remember. It was just a cycle that would continuously repeat. A cycle that he wants to stop.
It would start at the end. Or the end of the last cycle, at least. He would add another layer to the shell around him. It started off small, in fact he could of sworn there was no shell around him one time. But that was long ago. Anyways, with that shell he would be protected, but also alone. It would block out almost all warmth. And any light. So he'd be in darkness. Alone.
But of course, light is persistent. One ray of light would be strong. It would find cracks in the sheild and head to the boy. Eventually, the light would reach him. It always does. No matter how many shells he added to stop it.
At first he'd feel happiness. It would feel good, feel right. He would think that all the darkness would be gone. Warmth would move closer, as well. So coldness would be destroyed.
But of course, it wouldn't stay that way. The spark that changes it is normally silence. Through silence, arrises doubt. And through doubt, fear. The fear would eat away until both the light and the boy lose the happiness.
Then comes the pain. When it comes changes from time to time, but it always comes. The boy would be piereced. He'd writhe in pain that he brought from the silence. It would be too much. Eventually, the light will fade as normal. And he'd push away the helping hands of warmth. So soon coldness will return.
So the boy returns to the cold dark shell. The pain still too much. It brings the cycle to the end again. With the boy adding another layer to his shell of solitude. Hoping, and praying that no more light will seem through to the boy.
The cycle would then repeat. Until, one day, no light shall piecere the darkness.
And so, from the boy's on fault, he will never know true light. |
|
|
