My eyes have witnessed the coming and goings of many things bright, of many things dark – and many things in the in-between. The “something evil” that I have since felt brewing has now begun to surface as it’s own conscious force entirely, and now it begins to hunger. But in this place I stand in now, there is no opportunity for me to yet hunt, there is no opportunity for me to yet devour, there is no opportunity for me to yet consume. For where I stand now, is in a place similar to where I once stood – where hands once clenched together among many, whilst prayers once solely in hearts and minds met lips, and created reverberations that would lead to the actions I have long since took.
For as I gaze upon the looming shaking, fiery, and looming light – a sense of purpose begins to settle over me, but it is just as fleeting as anything else I have ever known. It speaks words to me of renewal, and of fruitions of final fates. It seeks to instill fear in my mind, fear in my heart. But alas, these things are just as fleeting to me as the sense of purpose, but if a race to oblivion is to be had then I would say my heart and mind and surely at the forefront. And with their pace ever so steady in the lead, with my sense of purpose still trailing, shimmering in the tailwind; it is during these moments that my fateful actions begin to formulate. For the drawing of blades and knives is not something I am unknown to, and the shrouding of the face with masks is no longer something that blocks my sight – for now, I see all. But in these fragile moments, as this “something evil” grows, and as this light beckons, so must my blade – for a promise has long since been made, a longing for the cold night air like never before. And while I shall reach into this abyss and fight of the fleeting desires that I still hold dear, so do the looming final fates as their fruitions draw ever-near.
