Path to the Flame

We will soon move, for at this time we wait one day for the chaos to catch up. We will soon come face to face with our remaining fears, our hopes, our dreams – and we may watch them devour and war with each other, almost as if none were ever meant to be. We will soon see a sky so bright, that the light will surely be forbidden by the lords that beckon over these lands, a light that seeks to spread chaos and war – while at the as time, inadvertently opening up a path to something new. We will soon clash head on with the shadows that burn so violently, as they spread fear like a disease across this land. 

But even while the chaos and war will ensure, we will soon start chaos of our own. For we will soon take flares towards fates and mix them in two. We will stand watch and harness the embers they make, as it festers, as it grows into a weapon of our own. I may not know the consequences that will come with such actions, no – no longer do I have the energy, nor patience, nor time, nor interest as to ponder what will come about following such actions. For as soon as we discover what we once knew before – one must fall in order for the flame to rise again. But this hyper force knows not of right from wrong, it erases as it feels, and claims what it desires – with no second thought, no regret beforehand – or to follow. Our fate is up in the air as death grows near, it creeps in while we sleep, it seeps in where we dream. And so as the last of these short and bitter dawns begin to break and crack, letting in a final light to dangerous, so violent. Our brief respite, now comes to  a close.