Shadows and Light

Shadows and Light



  " A faint clap of thunder

             

                           clouded skies

   

         Perhaps rain comes

   

                           If so, will you stay here with me? "



He was a man revered,

able to dance behind the shadows,

and return to the light unscathed,

or so it seemed.

For to be able to drink from the

Cup of Evil,

and gain the devil's power,

there is no being who pays no toll.

Each time the man came back to the light,

a part of his soul was sliced from his heart,

stolen by that forsaken place.

Slowly the man began to lose himself...

And slowly,

the thing that spurred his passion and ferocity,

became nothing more than a brief memory,

faded into the grey.

Habits fueled by ignorance grew within,

consuming his former self,

possessing his mind with cunning force and deception.

His most prized memory, degraded to a thick, foggy haze,

now quickly began to pass into an unreachable depth...



It was only when he heard it's voice call out that he realized...

That voice of unbelievably distant, tortured and hurt suffering...

It cried for saving...

It cried for him.

And by the time the man listened to it's brief, last word...

the memory was no more.



  Thunderous clouds filled the sky, ominous and looming



A Darkness was approaching...

a Darkness so encompassing and immense that not even he could escape.

With one faint clap of thunder,

the man was completely consumed.



There was no flame for him to find his way back.

The world of light would never be attainable again...

as he lost all of his power in a single, fleeting instant.



He felt everything.



Pain of his soul gone,

Pain of his true light lost,

his world crushed...

Anger at his own misdoings,

and despair for his love.

He was entirely and utterly miserable...

That was all there was in his heart.

There was nothing left for the man to do.



There was nothing left...



But the man rose to his feet,

and slowly he moved deeper into the darkness....

He stumbled to his knees, and began to crawl,

his arms sifting through the abyss.

Whether it was step by step,

or inch by inch,

he plunged forward by sheer will,

listening relentlessly...

For the day the voice would call his name once more...

he could find peace.



It was unlikely for anything to arise from that lost place,

he knew,

but nothing,

nothing in those abysmal shadows that ever could occur,

coming short of his death,

would ever come in his way of searching...

for that fleeting memory...



for it's voice...



   " A faint clap of thunder

   

                         Even if rain comes not

   

         I will stay here

   

                         Together with you "[u]