I have begun to come to terms with the ending of these cycles, who I have become, and this imminent moment that is now in view. Over so many different eras, spent time running away from what I truly am, spent so much time running away from who I truly longed to be. But like the night that awaits the toll of the Sun Hunters, those who came before me, and those who gather here now to bear witness to this death – it is all a culmination of the coming together of the final fates that were bestowed. But now as these moments and as these realizations come to past – all that remains is the longings and the nature of which I have always been, from deep down inside. Such innocence, in essence – suppressed, ignored, dismissed, even fathomed to not exist. Such willful insolence could only result in a outbreak of this nature in a way that I could once never imagine, in a way that has begun to stir and happen now as the blade strikes across the ray’s that pierce, blocking out the views from below of the sun that staggers above.
“All Hail The Sun!” they speak, as minds are gathered and hands are met with each other; for together, they are more than willing to bear witness to this tragedy. I can feel the winds picking up now, bringing in a chill much greater than before; it beckons the moments that are to come when reality become purged with a violent hue, and when dreams within sleeps begin to twist and pull towards so much more that I swore to be never met with. I can feel the wound being siphoned with each and every passing moment, – it’s very essence, spilling out into mine bringing about the awaiting dark that has been at the core since taking up the mantle, since being whisked away from wars that were no longer mine to fight, battles that were no longer for me to bear. I can see the tears fall from the eyes of the saints and those cloaked with robes, fixated on the spirals that surround this great illuminate force. They distort and pull at the light, aggressively molding it, like clay, into the very foundations that should hold up the very nature I’ve tried to hard to bury underneath. I know the coming of it all will bring pain and agony, which is elevated even more during times of isolation – but it’s all to come full circle again. And I know without the energies these final circles will create will bring about a cease to this experience – for without a path to be met with, this will all come to an end. And if this is it, and this is indeed it, then I’ll come to terms with that too. I’ll give thanks and set whatever love remains free in the eyes and presence of this dying sun. Because in the night monsters are born, and those very same monsters shall feed on whatever it is that you set free. But I’ll let them be a thought of another time because the sky is more beautiful is met with tragedy, and the cold is so much more comfortable when you’ve known little warmth. And death, in essence, is so much more processable when you have the power to bring about what comes next.
