Sad Murmur
The sound of wings
Flutter in silent sadness
As the resonance imbalances
The plane of reality
A soft good-bye
As the dream fades away
But the flutter
And the mutter
Remains
Tears fall like feathers
Freezing time
Nothing can replace the empty heart
That love of mine
Evil’s Acolyte
A man was standing in the middle of the desert. There was no sign of life around him, only what once was living, his victims. Before him lay the sheath of a sword; in his hand the sword.
“Calm yourself,” it whispered in his ear, “ you need to focus.”
“ I can’t, it’s much too hard for me.”
“ No! You must…Success is imperative; you don’t want to go back to that place do you?”
“ No you can’t; please don’t…” whimpered the man.
He tried to struggle against himself, straining, unsuccessful.
“Ha ha ha I already told you, your silly attempts are futile; I control you, I am you, I am the blood that courses through your veins, you are at my will”.
“No,” cried the man “ I am not a monster like you!!”
He fell to the ground and laid the sword before him, through tears he whispers,
“I am not like you…I can’t be like you…I can’t…” he repeats it again and again in a steady murmur. He lurches forward as he feels a sharp pain in his head.
“ See, I did that; you can’t escape me, why would you try, it was you who created me after all; I am the black side of your soul, you put me in this position, I need to be fed” he giggled.
He stood up, grave, worn, his eyes told the tale of a weary man.
“I know what I must do then.”
He picks up the sword and with his finally breath he uttered these words,
“ If this is inevitable, if all that’s left of me is this, then I must leave this all behind; and you shall come with me.”
“Wait! No! What are you doi-“
The man took the sword and thrust it into his stomach; all that was left was the sheath and a somewhat duller sword.
