The War of Shadows

Where will we all stand when the violence comes to an end? Where will we all go when the weapons are put to rest? What will become of all of us when all that remains following these trying times is nothing but Cataclysms and Crisis. This world has long since been spiraling out of control, and now, as sure as the setting sun – our last day’s have arrived. For it is during these last day’s that our every morning is dark, met with a dimly lit sun, one that only rises to announce the coming of the darkest of nights – a constant reminder that no matter what, we cannot be saved. We are too late.

I once put my faith into things that had always swore to exist forever. But when I awoke, I was made aware that all had fallen – or perhaps I have been here much longer than ‘forever’ itself, ever intended to be. It matters not the case, for now, I am strapped from head to toe in armor, as I war alongside shadows – fighting for a future I may very well not be apart of. This fighting has gone on for so long, that I have begun to witness the decay of the shadowed forces that have fallen. I can smell the stench of decaying life, I can feel the final breaths being drawn – a letting go of this damned life, an acceptance for something new.

Our place in this war is looking bleak, morose with each passing hour. For I know now that, more than ever before, this night that all are fearing so heavily is closing in on us, it is beckoning and soon we will be wiped out entirely. But until the alarms rings loud that we have lost, I will continue to fight on with the little remaining strength left in my all for those who have fallen before me. For those who have so strongly yearned, much like I, to be set free from this damned age, for those who wish to float off, with nothing but memories of vast and seemingly infinite landscapes in mind – shrouded by a newer dawn. 

We have now begun to enter into times much more trying than ever before. Somethings continue to feel the same, but deep down inside I know this is much different than before. The chaos I have dealt with throughout all of these times have surely evolved, it has manifested into something new entirely, and now it is scratching at the earth in way’s I have never through imaginable. The ever-dying fight that once existed inside of me, like a wildfire, has long since been reduced to an ember, and likely the last of which.

During this war, while I continue to fight on I can feel this ember come to a stagnation, a sort of standstill; where at any moment it can give out, along with all that I am – forever. But I cannot let this be the case, not now, not yet. For shadows have now begun to take siege across these lands, preparing for a darkness my mind has yet to even fathom. In my heart, I know that I am not yet prepared for such a travesty to take place, nor is my mind settled and clear enough to process how such a force can even be fought. Though, it is as if my very soul has known this was to be the case after all of this time – all along.

But now, I cannot remain still in these times. For soldiers cloaked in shadows such as our own have begun to collapse from around, as the violence rages on. The sound of piercing skin has become something so very settling to me, with the smell of fresh blood gently moving across the air and on the wind, is now a scent that I have become accustomed to, and now death – as warriors much similar to I can be seen taking their last breath, is a destiny I am very quickly becoming content with.

The battle has begun to rage within this vast, and seemingly infinite scape. I have once again, am reunited with war, and the feeling of violence, rage, and loss – all at once. The time that swiftly passes by me now are of struggle and strife, and a knowing that this darker cannot be stopped. I grow more weary with each passing day, but somehow I have found a way to feed off of the shadows which fight alongside me now – feeding off of their rage, feeding off of their hate. I have lost much throughout these eras, and I continue to lose more with each passing day – including my own strength, but in this darkness, I have stumbled across last lifelines of sorts – for somehow strength comes in knowing that an end is imminent. 

The armor that I am drenched in is like no other, for it was forged with a knowing of fearlessness in mind, built for the end of day’s. The shadowed blades which clash against mine, sparking shades of darkness across this battlefield prove to be of immense danger, yet even I am fascinated – for these weapons are of weapons of fate, weapons that seek to erase all that it meets with.

My will surely grow stronger, as the shadows which remain our side will surely decline in numbers as this fight wages on, for in victory or defeat, I know all to well that this war is not the end, and danger will surely escalate, just as it always does. For the more I lose my strength and sanity with each passing day, the darker the hours grow, closing in on it’s darkest desires, it’s darkest aspiration. For echo’s rage against us as well, and the shadows of such – for when their swords meet with us, it is pain that we have never dreamed of, an unbearable feeling that one seeks to run from – for eternity. But we no longer run now, for that times has long past. For though we may be busy walking towards our very end, we do so with the intent to make a permanent change, in mind. 

I once put on the armor many ages ago, I was drenched in it, from head to toe. But back then, I ran as fast as I could, for I was told the faster I would run – the faster I would forget. These times are much different now,  for what had once haunted me then has now evolved into something greater – has spiraled out of control, into what we face now. I could never forget about the crimes that were committed against me then, and I cannot forget about them now. Forgiveness, remains a strange concept to me, for while I may understand the perspective or reasoning behind an action, it’s course will forever be ingrained in my memory, haunting me, beckoning me, throwing me into violent cycles.

We now stand at the edge of it all, for it is here that darkness will fight darkness, for it is here as our forces run towards the danger now, instead of away, it is here that the roles and actions have been reversed, since those times I remember. It is here and now that we are all agents of some darkness, and some of us may never live to see the light of day ever again.

If I am to die here, lay me down underwater, or spread my ashes across the vast and seemingly infinite seas; for somewhere, at the bottom where the waves cannot touch them, lay the hopes and dreams of my all, and all that I have once lost following the exile.

Or perhaps lay my corpse to be devoured by flames, for the fire of fates that I have sought out for so long, I may never reach but perhaps in death, it can finally be obtained. 

I fight now, knowing that everything is on the line, for what I will come to know following these days and since the shadows begun to burn are the last of the lifelines bestowed upon to me, and the remaining, yet quickly fading, shimmers of a newer light, one that no longer even visits me in my dreams. 

“Stand up, and fight!” But my knees continues to tremble, ready to give way at any given moment. “Let your thought go free.” They advised, but they are still bound by chains of memories of you. “Let the light in!” They demanded, but the light has long since gone. It has lost, suffered a slow death throughout the ages, and now here we are – at the edge of an Advent, purged in darkness yet again, though greater darkness that we have ever witnessed before. And now I, whilst standing amongst the crowd of many, ready to wage war. Many will likely fall, and even more terribly injured, but we must carry for this is our last hope, our last beacon, our last shot at fixing this all.

Shadows have violently begun to sweep across the land, as I now look to the embers started once again, and surely – much like the shadows that burned ever so brightly and violently once before have made me away of the fact that there is no turning back. The strength matched with the madness within my mind has made for an interesting combination as weapons of much darker traits are drawn from all around me. 

But in this violence, in this darkness following you, the return of the legend – I still dream of love somehow. Somehow still dreaming of a day where this is all no more, where this is, in essence nothing but a dream, where this never happened at all. But now, faster than ever, what we know as reality is settling in once again, as the sands of time draw nearer and nearer t being my only focus, my only concern. But before that may happen, before my eyes slip from the cause, I must fight, fight my every last breath.