In these moments, everything is just as I once said they were before; all is ending, being wrapped up within a tightening grip from a darker hand, one that is in which putting a cease to this lines blood-flow – ceasing it from breathing. In these moments, there are no wars left to fight, nothing left to lose, nothing left to love, nor is there a life left to live. It is in this fleeting time that power and passion alike are solely derived and kept alive from the violent fleet of fires that now march across this vast and seemingly infinite place, fires that will likely never see the birth of a new Advent, nor the coming of a new dawn alike.
My lines are ending, and my final fates are arriving all the same – and nothing I can do in all of my willpower can stop that. If this is where all is ending, I won’t lie and say I couldn’t feel it in my bones, I won’t lie and say that I didn’t know where I was headed, I won’t lie and say that I have everything under control. For my state is out of control, a perfect match to the fires that seek to consume me, and a perfect match to the few remaining fires that remain loyal to me. With the time that has passed and fleeted all the same – I have become devoted to the darkness. The darkness that has in which in a sense, ignited a path of fires which have lead me the truth to things, and have helped given me the power to in a sense, wield death. I know longer fear loss, I know longer fear loneliness, no; what I resist is the constant cycle of regret, and the endless longing of desire, and the blinding ray’s of the shining sun and the false light which once rained down upon me.
I have long since strayed from that path, and my very soul has adopted an ebon shade of sorts. For the light that I had once served, I shall serve no longer for it cannot serve me. For since the very beginning m heart has longed for danger and the infinite, cataclysm and chaos – and a return to a familiar darkness that I had always known I was meant to be one with, a darkness that I had always knew would carry me through, staying by my side till the very end. No, in this moment I will not pick up yet another blade, ready to wage another pointless war, no in this moment I will not divulge into some pointless fight that would ultimately lead to nothing – for the end of it all has made it’s way in. No, I will not put on some sturdy and steel armor to keep me encapsulated from the final fates that are surely to soon be bestowed upon me. No, for none of these things would give me fulfillment. Instead, I am now becoming one of the darkness with the black surrounding – the shadows like a sibling, or even a partner to me now, for they have swore to see it to the end, to devour this all till the very end. I am now a warrior, not one who will court war, yet instead hold it at bay, like a sense of surrender or acceptance to this dark devouring. For I am now of the dark, and I will soon become neither here or there. I am a member of death and all it’s glory, a catalyst which duality must keep in check – I am the warrior of darkness.