Forgive me... it's a free write, thus the supreme lack of structure, refinement and any other all around polish and it's lack of title.
A scream rips through the night.
I am the one screaming.
I feel my soul split and rip into four pieces
Two travel into the fog and one remains with me
The last travels with the young dark stranger
Before leaving the clearing he locks his eyes on mine
I hear him whisper, “Follow me or the fog, but remain here and die.”
I followed the path less traveled by as it were
The strange man shrouded in black mists
I followed that absence of light for so long that I was sure the sun would rise
I followed through the woods, across a plain
I followed past a lake, across rivers, until we finally reached the sea
And still it remained dark, always dark, always night
I stood with him looking into the great blackness of the ocean
The solid wall of night that has me land locked
Surely there was no way through that hard, bottomless, black pit
Again he spoke, words brushing through my mind
They are children of the light, of the glories of the sun and they bathe in brightness
We are children of the dark, not some sick twisted thing,
But we revel and glory in the moon and the shadows she throws
We are children of the dark and we thrive in pitch black moonless nights
The nights that force people inside, we are out dancing, living,thriving!
Do you trust yourself enough to let go of the light?
All I could do was nod
He held my hand, gently, but I knew I was caught, I would become a child of the dark
Forever.
I closed my eyes trying to feel through the pain that was the other half of my soul
I could feel them holding on to one another
They would never let go
The way the dark man would never let me go
We were tied
Reaching my senses to the man next to me, I was sucked into the blackness that surrounded him
I brushed a reservoir of darkness so deep it chilled me
Not evil necessarily, simply blackness
A neutrality that was purely and absolutely neutral
He had no tendency towards either side, he was… simply what he was
The man in the mists was Good through and through
He was a warrior and a protector
A savior
A man who needed to be saved
A man who needed someone to fight for him
A man who needed someone to protect him
She… well she was other. She was both shining good and swirling evil
She was good with an evil streak
A bright black line going through that beautiful iridescent essence
A line of cruelty that was intrinsic to her
Not a thing acquired but a thing from birth
Natural, evil, beautiful, terrifying
And I knew now what I was gifted with
I know myself and I know I try and be good but my thoughts are dark, dark, dark
A good streak lines through my evil nature.
A iridescent, pearlescent, blinding line of goodness
Something I cling to so that I don’t get sucked into the black, black, black
Maybe it was time though
Time to let go and see what my darkness held for me
To see what demons would come out of the recesses of my heart
Time will only tell
This is either a continuation of my last two poems or... well something else all together. I opened up a word document and this is what came out.
