No escape. (For Baal)
January 11, 2010 - 12:29am — celticmystress
Terrible Weeping Shadow! Your mind is corrupt and twisted. You have been born into hatred and so you shall be.
I have no fear, for the fear I had in life poured out of me.
Look at me, never to feel the warmth of the sun, nor the chills of the night's face.
Never to fear you... again.
A child, able to be any and everything around her.
A fawn, with the dripping poppies upon her head in mourning.
A doe, now, I can be. Oh tell me-- never I will leave....
For the mother I never had, in her image, a ghost I was destined to be.
Destined to be.
How can I hate thee? You... who made me.
Look at me, a horrid, tired.... dead.... creature.
Because my hooves were not quick enough.
My legs were not long enough.
My calls were not loud enough...
But now... look at me. A doe at will and a fawn when wanted. Ever translucent, ever horrid... ever cold. I can run from you now, my strange Demon.
I can run from you now...
Words better left unspoken.
Flee from me, far from me! Fear me, and hate me and I shall be no more!
Oh sweet sand of eternity, I will run to you...
Please...
Ages it has been and the gods have owed me this. Tell me.
Tell me there's an escape, from this.
Fool! ... A ghost and a fool....
Eternity, do I want thee?
Ever to be cradled in the darkness of forever?
Free from He.
...No...
Tell me...
There's no escape.