THe Light: The light: The rain pours down in - TopicsExpress

THe Light: The light: The rain pours down in cascades, the water deep, rocky, merky and cold, and yet, I swim forward, envigourated. I feel the warmth of the bright light on my eyes and face, the light that guides me to the things I love most, the things the world from which Ive come would have taken away. I hear a voice, soft and gentle, the voice that guides me to my home, where Ive never set foot, yet longed to for quite some time. Behind me, I hear the familiar writhing of unwanted creatures, daemonds of my pasts, parasites who feed on the purest of dreams, before theyve had time to ripen, and be realities. They close in, tentacles gripping at my ankles, stingers stabbing at my chest, mere inches from my heart, pulling downward, to the cool and dark. I fight for the surface, and continue to swim, the voice and light still in earshot and site. A few of the daemonds split off to build a dam, and cry out to the heavens as if to say, forsake him! In his cries of devotion he tells naught but lies. Kill the monster. bring your spears and your knives. Ive held him off this long, no more can I do, Dispose of this filth, its now up to you! And still I swim forward, straning to hear, ignoring the daemons, ignoring my fear, to reach the world I revere and the voice and light I hold so dear. But my fate still remains to be seen. Sing to my heart a song of stability, and my heart may believe it. Hum to me a melody of rest, even if I may never receive it. Should I reach the light and voice on dry land, Ill be merry and prosper for minutes, hours, days, months, years, even decades to come. Should the light fade and the voice grow silent, my worst fear realized, they can do with me what they will. Down, down, down Ill glide, into the water, toward the ground, into a world of new site and sound, a world of our own making, in which all who enter can be surrounded in love and light, in a corus of the voice they follow, where there is no yesterday and no need for tomorrow. Do I belong here, will the realities that Ive tended be allowed to blossom and grow, for this I have no answer, just now, I dont know.