She has passed through the gateway,
And she has won herself a shadow.
Through the cosmos that lost day,
In its oceans, in their shallows.
The knowledge there, the thirst to slake.
In her search for solace now alone.
Darkness follows, darkness takes.
There is a chill down in her bones.
A chill that says: “No darkness waits!”.
In these dark days she contemplates,
Her shadow grants her pause.
No waiting darkness, no saving light,
Remembering the shadows cause,
And cursing the gateway of the night,
And its fathomless cosmic beyond.
Temptation and promise of such knowing,
Such as none should know or respond.
She grasps and holds it closer,
Fully aware of the cost imposing.
By now she’s seen a hundred lives,
In the future, a hundred more.
The gates shadow is her soul deprived,
Does she curse that open door?
Outliving the stars themselves
She’ll curse her greatest blunder.
Just you ask her and she’ll tell.
It would have been better were she torn asunder.
Tired of living and praying for death,
Praying for death, though she can never die,
Onward with eternal breath,
With her shadow the ever prying eye.
From that fateful gate the shadow of immortality did rise,
She knew not then the price
With a second chance would despise.
She, forever on the shore of that cosmic ocean lies,
Waiting in the shallows for the universe to die.
This piece is about a cosmic traveler, who discovers a mysterious artifact, represented here by the gate, that grants omniscience and immortality in exchange for her soul. No longer being able to die she wanders the universe watching it slowly decay around her as she waits for the end of all things. Her only hope for rest being that she too will be unmade at the end of time itself.
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Time will tell if he is only
Worth such trouble and dying slowly,
Already at the end of his rope,
Strength fading, but still, hope!
Everything that he was told,
These lies, to him that were sold.
“Wake up! Sleep no longer!”,
Forever silent cries,
“Listen fool, awaken stronger.”
Or on deaf ears fallen will he die?
We will see on the morrow,
Will he rise and cease to borrow
Or take that wisdom and then sell
Only time will tell.
What’s the point to all of this?
To live to love and live in bliss?
Or is it something far away,
What we can’t understand today.
In hunting for this mystery,
All around, what I see,
This thing called life it is fleeting.
At its end, others might be grieving,
But in between the here and there,
Here is a thought to spare,
Why not love in all of this?
So we may live and die in bliss.
I had a dream that Rylie died,
I did not cry,
Inside I died.
Her close friend she trusted her life,
He took that life.
There was a knife.
I had a dream that Rylie died.
On the night that Rylie died,
He sold her life,
For such a price.
She and he, the devil and I,
I did prevail, I did not try.
Eye for an eye,
I was left blind.
On the night that Rylie died.
From some fading light it hides,
Stifling all the while a cry.
Within without the sanity so,
It can never truly let go.
Every minute waiting,
Every moment in its path,
Something essential left for wanting,
Though can’t reach up and make it last.
Every day shorter than the one before.
One might be surprised that dying,
Wasn’t already on the floor.
There in its crying it might say,
“This is just another day.”
And will look forward to the next,
Searching for some way in small to be blessed.