A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 2 Part 4
The light, the glorious light! I've made it through the tunnel, and now I am greeted with the sun, hanging low in the sky! As I mounted what seemed a very suspicious bridge, I lost sight of what was in front of me, and had my mind enter the realm of what is to come. None of the bridge's wobbling and swaying bothered me, as I sought to collapse at the other side. As I walked away from the edge of the next hill, I scampered up to the ridge, and hoisted myself to its rounded peak. I have to slumber, yes. My dreams were wishes, and I could only pray to my lovely maker that I may behold one, just one. Just one dream, just one wish, just one tryst. A rendezvous with the twilight, a lullaby full of believable lies, each lie befitting the perceiver who is mad enough to wrap their heart around them. The heart is truly a serpent indeed, clutching each deception we choose to embrace. One who embraces a dream takes each impossible wish that exists within it. One who takes a nightmare as reality may live through it. Living through a nightmare is what every hard-boiled aspect of the psyche wishes to complete. The nightmare is the waking world, my dusty acquaintance, as you and I are strangers in this dream. Whatever you may be, a hostile beast or a crestfallen soul, I am there with you, wishing to see the end that begins with an ocean. An ocean invites the weary ones to wallow on its shore, or perhaps even in its depths. The deeper you delve into that ocean, oh my. The things we find beneath the ocean's surface are absolutely frightening, abominable, striking, life defying. Where do Althia's true intentions lie? Is she the one who knows my inner delights, my mind's sanctuary? Is her insanity what make me feel whole? Is she the one who will replace my deceased mother, giving me glimpses of sovereignty and pleasantry? You've fooled me for too long, world. I won't give into your machinations any longer! Death to the unholy, every sinner who has kept me from my sanctity, the region where the sun sets is where it also rises! Let nature debacle the ones who seek to predict its unspeakable ways!
To rest is to die to this same world. Fairies danced in my head as the day and the night dashed on by. This is not what I'd imagine. The fairies were blackened, tarnished, and foul. They taunted me, grabbing at my hands and now bare feet. They yanked at my digits and jumped on my stomach. They resembled tiny woman of aged beauty, their gleam faded. Their filthy hair dangled from their heads, trapping any ideas of admonishment. Their eyes reflected the dark image that was of my own twisted countenance, which I despised even the mere thought of. They all told of mortality, reminding men that their power is restricted by the very same force that gave them their vibrance. We can't live, no, not at all, as long as we have the weight that is casted down upon us keeping us pinned to the earth. We can't fly, we can only move along on twos or fours that glide us from nourishment to defilement. We cannot fight these urges, as the fairies remind me as I enter deeper into the nightmare.
I was loose, standing above my still body. It was still occupied by the tarnished fairies, and I walked towards the next plane that reached out before me. The moon seemed to be watching me, it covered by the world's eyes. As I reached the edge of the chilled plane, I looked over the edge, and saw an eight-legged man scaling the hill's wall, rushing to perhaps end my life. As it climbed up and onto the ground in front of me, it hissed, its compound eyes reflecting my fear. I stepped backwards, distancing myself from the odd entity. As I fell down next to my physical body, the spider beast leapt on top of me, and its mandibles traced each edge of my face. Its ugly face was demonstrated by its subhuman nature, it having no hair on its head and a mouth that dripped with its noxious black venom. As the spider beast began to lower its jaws to taste of me, the tarnished fairies noticed my peril, and they knocked me back into my coil. I rose up at my waist, and the spider beast was gone, nowhere to be seen. Whether it was a part of my own mind or not, I do not care. Death was not my ideal end. I'm not ready to die yet, not until I am wrapped in Althia's barbed tentacles. Her halves are both acceptable to me. Neither male or female alone is enough for me. My forlorn whispers of pleasing relations with my dark mistress cannot be denied. I cannot sever the string of my life until she has me. This eye-opening journey will not end prematurely. Surely Alice sent those dark fairies to save me. Sam and I will return to you one day, my forbidden lover. Althia or not, I will please all three of you. I will bring one of you home to talk to my mother at her graveside. We'll rest beside you one day, precious mother, mates through the stricken fate that has brought us all to the dark blood moon and its presence. Do not gaze at me, sinister dark one. I'll find you in the end.
Light, giving light. You knew of my reprise, giving, as you rise. Within your embrace I cheat my own fate. You rid me of my darkness, cradling me in your fair arms. Sun, precious sun. Don't leave me, let me see, that you are what I want to be. Find me my mistress, let her know my distress. Without her, I am lost, a penny casted for the cost. Bring me home, bring me home.
Chapter 2 Part 4
The light, the glorious light! I've made it through the tunnel, and now I am greeted with the sun, hanging low in the sky! As I mounted what seemed a very suspicious bridge, I lost sight of what was in front of me, and had my mind enter the realm of what is to come. None of the bridge's wobbling and swaying bothered me, as I sought to collapse at the other side. As I walked away from the edge of the next hill, I scampered up to the ridge, and hoisted myself to its rounded peak. I have to slumber, yes. My dreams were wishes, and I could only pray to my lovely maker that I may behold one, just one. Just one dream, just one wish, just one tryst. A rendezvous with the twilight, a lullaby full of believable lies, each lie befitting the perceiver who is mad enough to wrap their heart around them. The heart is truly a serpent indeed, clutching each deception we choose to embrace. One who embraces a dream takes each impossible wish that exists within it. One who takes a nightmare as reality may live through it. Living through a nightmare is what every hard-boiled aspect of the psyche wishes to complete. The nightmare is the waking world, my dusty acquaintance, as you and I are strangers in this dream. Whatever you may be, a hostile beast or a crestfallen soul, I am there with you, wishing to see the end that begins with an ocean. An ocean invites the weary ones to wallow on its shore, or perhaps even in its depths. The deeper you delve into that ocean, oh my. The things we find beneath the ocean's surface are absolutely frightening, abominable, striking, life defying. Where do Althia's true intentions lie? Is she the one who knows my inner delights, my mind's sanctuary? Is her insanity what make me feel whole? Is she the one who will replace my deceased mother, giving me glimpses of sovereignty and pleasantry? You've fooled me for too long, world. I won't give into your machinations any longer! Death to the unholy, every sinner who has kept me from my sanctity, the region where the sun sets is where it also rises! Let nature debacle the ones who seek to predict its unspeakable ways!
To rest is to die to this same world. Fairies danced in my head as the day and the night dashed on by. This is not what I'd imagine. The fairies were blackened, tarnished, and foul. They taunted me, grabbing at my hands and now bare feet. They yanked at my digits and jumped on my stomach. They resembled tiny woman of aged beauty, their gleam faded. Their filthy hair dangled from their heads, trapping any ideas of admonishment. Their eyes reflected the dark image that was of my own twisted countenance, which I despised even the mere thought of. They all told of mortality, reminding men that their power is restricted by the very same force that gave them their vibrance. We can't live, no, not at all, as long as we have the weight that is casted down upon us keeping us pinned to the earth. We can't fly, we can only move along on twos or fours that glide us from nourishment to defilement. We cannot fight these urges, as the fairies remind me as I enter deeper into the nightmare.
I was loose, standing above my still body. It was still occupied by the tarnished fairies, and I walked towards the next plane that reached out before me. The moon seemed to be watching me, it covered by the world's eyes. As I reached the edge of the chilled plane, I looked over the edge, and saw an eight-legged man scaling the hill's wall, rushing to perhaps end my life. As it climbed up and onto the ground in front of me, it hissed, its compound eyes reflecting my fear. I stepped backwards, distancing myself from the odd entity. As I fell down next to my physical body, the spider beast leapt on top of me, and its mandibles traced each edge of my face. Its ugly face was demonstrated by its subhuman nature, it having no hair on its head and a mouth that dripped with its noxious black venom. As the spider beast began to lower its jaws to taste of me, the tarnished fairies noticed my peril, and they knocked me back into my coil. I rose up at my waist, and the spider beast was gone, nowhere to be seen. Whether it was a part of my own mind or not, I do not care. Death was not my ideal end. I'm not ready to die yet, not until I am wrapped in Althia's barbed tentacles. Her halves are both acceptable to me. Neither male or female alone is enough for me. My forlorn whispers of pleasing relations with my dark mistress cannot be denied. I cannot sever the string of my life until she has me. This eye-opening journey will not end prematurely. Surely Alice sent those dark fairies to save me. Sam and I will return to you one day, my forbidden lover. Althia or not, I will please all three of you. I will bring one of you home to talk to my mother at her graveside. We'll rest beside you one day, precious mother, mates through the stricken fate that has brought us all to the dark blood moon and its presence. Do not gaze at me, sinister dark one. I'll find you in the end.
Light, giving light. You knew of my reprise, giving, as you rise. Within your embrace I cheat my own fate. You rid me of my darkness, cradling me in your fair arms. Sun, precious sun. Don't leave me, let me see, that you are what I want to be. Find me my mistress, let her know my distress. Without her, I am lost, a penny casted for the cost. Bring me home, bring me home.
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