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Amroth, Visions through a shattered eye...
Posted: 20 Nov 2005 02:12 PM |
The following are excerpts from a journal amroth kept for some time. The reader will note fairly quickly that the writings are more of a reaction to things, a delving into the mind or a medium that the writer found to vent feelings towards events that he seldom names.
The first thing the reader sees when opening the journal is what appears to be a poem. The meaning of which is unclear....
There is a river that flows black and its current runs hot. The inferno of a desolate and unquenchable rage. It reaches out far beyond the realm of comprehension that the mortal soul understands. Its ebb and rise echoes the futility and impotence of man. But as far as its grasp clutches, it itself draws back and cannot flow where I flow. My hatred pours into the very fabric of reality. It knows no boundary. There is no rise no ebb. It crushes beneath the hopes the dreams the innocence. As fear grows it grows pulsing with strength. Yet in and of itself nothing but impotence. It is everything yet nothing. A living creature that seeks to consume me even as I wield it. So.. a double edged blade. Every cut I make it rips open my soul and I scream out in an endless agony that echoes across the abyss. |
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Re: Amroth, Visions through a shattered eye...
Posted: 20 Nov 2005 02:18 PM |
(the next page the text is written furriously the pen pressed to paper almost hard enough to tear the page)
Some people let events roll over them, control them... not me. It is I that shape them mold them, crush them. I am faceless not because I have no story, but because I change to fit my situation. when I fail to adapt I remove the situation. Choas is my food, destruction my drink. There is no light only darkness. I have been so infused with it that it seeps from my very pores. I see the world as it casts its shadow. I do not shrink in fear nor do I attempt to hide within. No, I seek to understand it, for I see that shade of evil within myself....
it is signed
......Death and nothing more..... |
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Re: Amroth, Visions through a shattered eye...
Posted: 20 Nov 2005 02:29 PM |
For a time it would have seemed that I had found direction, That I once again had a way to travel, a purpose if you will.. unfortunatley this purpose has been lost. I am ... shall we say rudderless. Where too from here? I don't know it seems to not matter much. I should find this unfortunate I suppose but I have been here before so often in the past year that it appears to be my lot in life. I could speak of despair, lost hope, an aching saddness that never seems to heal, but I've known them all before and each time I seem to be on the verge of something....
no... lost again.
(this entry is followed by another poem of some kind)
Lost somewhere between the here and there, where the mist runs lavender and the sky is an endless expanse of winking diamonds, winding the mind through a limitless twist of labrynth. There is a wolf, black in all appearance except that of nature. He sits beneath the ice moon in a field of lilies slightly wilted.. harvesting the dust of hope of dream, he does not ponder the bleak reality that surrounds him. He simply is. waiting.. watching... empty? The only denotation of life the rise and fall of his chest, the hint of breath on the air giving the illusion of deep fires burning within.
(and what seems to be an adendum of sorts added at a later date in a different colored ink)
And yet perhaps there is a passion that remains. it is just clouded. even at times unwanted, but it is there. awaiting a time a chance to be reawoken... Embers that persist ready to be fanned into flame. |
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Re: Amroth, Visions through a shattered eye...
Posted: 29 Nov 2005 01:59 PM |
| Amroth finished reading and snapped the little black book shut with a shake of his head. "Next thing you know i'll be spilling my heart out to some fool woman." he mutters to himself. He stands swiftly stuffing the book into a small pack and slings a black cloak over his shoulders, placing a broad brimmed hat on his head and turns toward the sunset. He stands there a moment looking down the road and pondering the words he has written. What he sees makes him clench his jaw. "But those days are done with." he says. With a glint in his eye he shoulders his pack and strides down the road, his head tilted so that the brim of his hat shrouds his face in shadows. What he does not see in his preoccupation of things gone, is a furtive figure that keeps pace with him, just out of his line of sight within the forrest along his path. The figure has eyes that glow as they catch the fadding light of the day. |
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