posted on Jul, 28 2009 @ 05:04 PM
In the time before the worlds, where only darkness cast its solemn eye, and never a whisper of hope, or love or human thought dared interrupt the
eternal solitude of night.
I was there, I alone, in darkness, of loneliness there was no thought, nor envy, nor fear – only the endless stretch of sable night through all of
the forgotten worlds that never were.
From whence this feeling for more, ever more, not thought of love of companionship – but eternal night so blessed and chill and cold.
But whence these thoughts of another to share? How can it come to this – that I eternal being of endless fathomless, eternal breadth do despair to
see or share a thought with another?
Care I for some warm place of remembrance – of times spent together, of closeness, tranquility or heartfelt desire to embrace?
I – I am an endless stretch of darkness, stretched betwixt star and star – the eternal night, a close embrace of darkness, a kiss of soothing
winds, no longing, no loss, or terror might enter here – surrounded by my eternal shroud of darkness and no whisper of things not here.
From whence a startled thought to tend, to heart or grieve for loss? Not here, not here – never within this fabric of sable night.
No distance too far but my eye might know it, no speck a distraction from eternal solace. From where this thought of another, to embrace within this
shroud of night?
What fear, or terror – or brightened sword of calamity to bring – not here, not within this sable fortress of the dark.
Whatever fell deeds might await, I will not rush thenceforth to embrace another, to loss, to ruin, to destruction – I will not rush.
Let me my eternal sea of darkness glide – and no eye but mine divide the night, but send me not hence a bright spirit, one whom I love. To loss, to
grieve, to pray.
I am the demon, about me swirl not shadows but dancing forms – of night, of night, and dancing yet, my eye to please, to enjoy.
Never twixt me and my eternal realm send none to kill my joy – I am night, I am sable, and dressed in it I lie.
From whence then this preternatural light, from here, or whence it came? Did I beckon, did I call – not I, not I, from whence then comes this
Let me slide, let me slide, within the river of the night – to obey, my will, and only mine – the night from hence I pray.
Let my covering be the eternal night, to clothe me and to hide – not once let my eye know the light or from hence I will it crave.
The light, the light – ‘tis much to bear – please carry me away. Take my eternal clothing then – and bring my night to day.
From whence come you, eternal light – and provocateur of night? From whence come you to wrest me out from nights eternal grasp?
Break me down, break me down – let my body be for naught – let my heart be broken as you wish, and my mind to the stars cast.
What will you now, eternal light, what will you from me take? To break me down, break me down – my servant yours to make?
Let me rest in eternal tranquility – betwixt star and star, and when the last star might die – then I am all that remains.
[edit on 28-7-2009 by Amagnon]