We gather here today amidst these trying times, and fragile moments; breathing in and breathing out, taking in all that once was – and all that soon will be. We’ve sacrificed and we’ve prayed, we’ve skewered and we’ve saved, but now we’re left at a cross-roads between life and death, between love and hate – all held within the palms of undying fates. Take away those held dear to me, perhaps in another time I will not have let them down. Uplift those that were once my enemies, for now comes the opportunity for those who once sought out a path of hate, to stray from and choose a path anew. We celebrate on high, for the gods we praise are in constant pursuit of cleansing our tedious cycles of lying and deceiving. Throw down your weapons, weary warriors, for the war has long since been over. Can’t you see the sun has been spent? Used up, dried to the bone; for in order for our hope to continue onwards, it has sacrificed it’s own essence to keep us going, to keep up ignorantly blind and bliss from all that happens underneath and for all that happens above. Nothing is sacred now, and nothing has been for awhile. From thieves that steal our dreams within our darkened and heavy sleeps, to seats that consume and bind the every ounce of what we are – dictating what we become. The moment that is present now, is not one similar to moments past, for though I may have been caught up in cycles – in this moment, these are circles now I all have yet but oath to break.
Daughter come close, but turn away, for this moment shall contain a memory that I pray will never be yours to bear. Sons gather near, but remain fixated on the hours to follow; for even though this will taint you to the very core, there must be those who shall carry this cross once we are far too gone and cold to carry on. When all is said and done, we’ll build pillars across the vast lands to serve as a beacon to those who carry the fire, to those who have left the world of the light for something so far out of reach, for something so far-fetched, that we can only see them as martyr’s in the making. But much like you, you’ll stretch the time to your advantage, to play the gods to slip within moments, you’ll lie and deceive to justify your great cause – because in the end, when those you’ve killed are turned to ash, and those who’ve left are no longer part of your existence, all that remains shall be yourself.
But in these modern moments, within my spinning modern mind; I wager the difference in outcomes of the choices that remain – the choices that they never had the chance to make. For when I look up, I can sense the ever-looming presence of black lingering, waiting to claim and devour once more – yet another cycle that has yet to be broken, another circle soon to be whole. And the process itself no longer moves in stealth in regards to me, for as the sleepless nights return, and the movement within the night becomes more and more prevalent – I know that the time is nearing. And if I could fear what would come following this moment, following this day, I’d fear the fall and with it the fall of our love, of potential love. I’d fear of being unable to break said cycles and remaining trapped within circles for all of eternity, a time looped to infinity with no sense of evolution, with no sense of everlasting purpose. So as I gaze up to see what fleeting light remains, as merely even my presence draws the death ever-nearer, I take what remains as a sample size of the love that can be experimented, as the love that could be held during these fragile moments. Because in this time and space, outside of reach from what I once knew, yet in the hands of fate, the walls too are closing in; my skin crawling at the thought of skies burning once more, at the thought of becoming a martyr, trapped up within a seat that dictates my every move, throwing the love you once said I’m full of into the abyss, and taking the path of consumption – consuming every last pure sense of essence I can find, much like the dark has now begun once again, to this now quickly dying sun.
