Prologue: Premonitions of DarknessThe dreary nights, filled with the treacherous terrors of his own mind’s stalking inhabitants looming at every turn, were now frequent recurrences for Garrick: no droplet of rain now fell with such respite as once they did; no one tree appeared green and flourishing as once they were; no heart-warming breeze of the Earth’s soft breaths now offered its comforting pillows of fortitude. Instead, the rains fell like a barrage of unavoidable daggers, laced with Death’s own spiteful bite, which anchored themselves deeply within flesh upon their eager contact and, with each of their consecutive kin to come, drove themselves in farther and farther. The blooming life blessing the plains of Garrick’s reservoirs of memories and dreams lay slain to waste; soiled with darkened despair, the beautiful flowers – the influence and essence of his love – had grown confused and violent, erupting into wrathful fits of malevolence, striking at his lost and wandering feetPrologue: Premonitions of Darkness by ~Taelra
A Stygian DescentA Stygian Descent by ~Taelra
Come; journey through this mournful shoal,
Where life is void and light has faded,
And submit to Winter's shadows overcasting,
As the ebbing tide of seeping frost claims you,
Just as it has, I.
Fall; knee weak, to the deceiving depths,
Sinking thousand a fathom ever farther with me.
Sadistic spectres pull at my motionless leg -
A chain by which to sink me to my Lord's side,
To where you cannot find.
By all thought misguided, absent your touch,
I drown in the sadness of your empty pools;
Upon their inverted faces you gaze and scry fate,
And witness the faintest glimmer of my heart,
Splinters far sown.
Cast far from the beckoning whim of Dawn,
I slowly wander through insanity's reaches,
Open-eyed to the ensuing cruel wake of its pain
And feel the bitter snap of ignorance's bite,
Pressed upon my neck.
With the taste of decay pouring thick in streams,
Eager to don my body in black from wistful eyes,
You yet conjure thought and the feel of you;
At Death's side, we now meet again, my dear.
Death by Dusk, Life by DawnDeath by Dusk, Life by Dawn by ~Taelra
He was her darkness; the corruption of the pure,
The spreading doubt that flung its shadows far,
Choking the mountains in their death-hazed wake,
And swallowing the skies within wrathful plumes.
The Sun struggled to keep its watchful eye gazing,
As his cruel reign of terror beckoned only the dark,
And with a mighty roar, he extinguished its rays,
Returning it, prematurely, into temporal slumber.
She was his solace; the sanctifier of the damned,
The evanescent respite yet amidst the unconsecrated,
Blessing the dark soils in light of her splendour,
And beckoning love's return from their volatile soils.
The Spectre cowers, subdued by her shimmering brilliance,
As she doth evoke the allure of all beauty unmarred,
And by purest hand unstained, summons the fallen,
Forever banishing the effigies of his scornful presence.