Post by Eternity on May 27, 2016 22:52:21 GMT
Outside, caught in the beautiful twilight that exists between night and day.
The wind picks up around you, carrying with it a familiar tune. You recognise the song but not the artist. You know the words, but not the voice, even if it is one you've heard so many times before. The voice of an angel sings. A raven whip of hair lashes across her cheek, but still she calls out.
Angel: Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
And she's always gone too long.
Anytime she goes away.
As you wander among the headstones all around you, an angel with locks of gold joins her sister in her song.
Both Angels: Wonder this time where she's gone.
Wonder if she's gone to stay.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
And this house just ain't no home.
Anytime she goes away.
Finally you find me, on my knees in the dirt, pulling out the weeds that had grown before the headstone I erected in their memory, there were many.
Too many.
Had I really been gone that long? Too long.
As you look around, you realise this headstone is unique among its surroundings. There were no names, no dates, for their lives and their memory were mine. Everything they had ever been in life and everything they had become in death was mine, and not yours, nor anybody else's. Mine and mine alone to cherish, to keep alive in both my heart and in my mind. Forever.
Gone, but not forgotten. Never forgotten...
You heard me utter barely a whisper.
Not to.
Just as you cannot exist without me, Fiona.
You've followed in my footsteps, you've lived in my shadow. You've burned in my water and you've drowned in my fire. You will be scattered by my earth and buried in my wind. For I am elemental. I am eternal. When you were third, I was first. I was the beginning and I will be the end.
Your end.
Iron Maiden against Iron Maiden, the beautiful symmetry played out across time, space and the wings of a butterfly. Caught in a jar, preserved in formaldehyde. Pinned to the wall. A trophy of tragic irony. Pretty little thing, both illusion and delusion in equal measure.
Heeheehee.
Hope really is the most curious of all human foibles, isn't it Fiona?
The more you have, the less it is worth, and that makes you the most worthless person in all of Ireland.
You are most sincere reflection of my most sincere insincerity. Stretched across your lips, painted upon mine. A smile, only skin deep. What you chase, I wait for. It will come, it will come, shush my darling, it will come! Patience, patience is the key. It will come for you, it will come for us all, one day, one night, soon...
Death.
The only true passport to immortality you will ever come to know.
Funny thing is that it's only by being reminded of your mortality that you begin to understand why you're not ready for immortality, Fiona. That's why I'm here, that's why I came back here. Back home. It's why I'm sat here on the doorstep of immortality. Reminding myself of just how far I've come, and just how far I still have to go in this life before I see the next.
Every single one of them, every single one of my memories here reminds me of them, and how they made me into something more.
I am beyond Death.
I am beyond the beginning and far from the end.
I am the eternity between your dreams and your reality, Fiona.
Come for me, come at me, come because of me. Just come. Bring me the light of your existence so that I may bask in the warm glow of true happiness one last time.
Before it is extinguished prematurely, just like every other light I have ever known...
You see me then lose my eyes and drop my head before the grave.
Fresher now without the weeds than it had ever been before.
Just like the pain she knew, the pain she remembered...
The wind picks up around you, carrying with it a familiar tune. You recognise the song but not the artist. You know the words, but not the voice, even if it is one you've heard so many times before. The voice of an angel sings. A raven whip of hair lashes across her cheek, but still she calls out.
Angel: Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
And she's always gone too long.
Anytime she goes away.
As you wander among the headstones all around you, an angel with locks of gold joins her sister in her song.
Both Angels: Wonder this time where she's gone.
Wonder if she's gone to stay.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
And this house just ain't no home.
Anytime she goes away.
Finally you find me, on my knees in the dirt, pulling out the weeds that had grown before the headstone I erected in their memory, there were many.
Too many.
Had I really been gone that long? Too long.
As you look around, you realise this headstone is unique among its surroundings. There were no names, no dates, for their lives and their memory were mine. Everything they had ever been in life and everything they had become in death was mine, and not yours, nor anybody else's. Mine and mine alone to cherish, to keep alive in both my heart and in my mind. Forever.
Gone, but not forgotten. Never forgotten...
"What have I told you about running?" asked Mother, sternly.
You heard me utter barely a whisper.
Not to.
"As long as we both remember her in our hearts and in our minds kiddo, she'll never truly die remember that," whispered Daddy, softly.
Then he hugged her close, before pulling a silk handkerchief out of his breast pocket and using it to catch her tears.
Then he hugged her close, before pulling a silk handkerchief out of his breast pocket and using it to catch her tears.
Or at least that's how I will always remember things.
You saw me nod my head gently.
I will.
My eyes closed, now there were no hugs or handkerchiefs, only the tears you watched roll slowly down my cheeks.
Thunder rumbled overhead, there was a storm coming, though it was thankfully still somewhere in the distance.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
You see me throw my head back and open my eyes, casting my gaze towards the sky, whilst my right hand draws a cross across my chest before you hear me speak.
In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth. Now the Earth was formless and empty. Darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!" And there was light. God saw the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. God called the light "Day" and the darkness He called "Night". And there was evening, and there was morning - the first day.
You see me then look at the dirt around me.
My second night, your second chance.
That's how long we've been doing this, Fiona. Since the first day. You are the Heavens I once ran for, before Mommy told me not to. I am the Earth, empty and without form. I am the darkness, you are the spirit, hovering over the waters. You are his light, and you are good...but you are not great, and that is what has separated us from the beginning. I am the night because I've been here before you and I will be here after you.
In the evening and in the morning, and there was mourning in the evening.
It is where our story begins, and it is where our story will end. The way all good stories do. With a death. The death of a dream.
You see me shake my head, scooping up handfuls of dirt with my bare hands.
From his death you seek a resurrection. Hoping to set in diamond what you could not set in ruby. Hope is the most precious little gem of all, more precious than all the diamonds and metals found deep within the earth, or wrapped around my waist. Hope can never be weighed in gold, or traded for leather, still you will try, won't you Fiona?
Oh please, say you will try.
It won't be half as much fun otherwise, but you know all about that now, don't you, Fiona?
Being one half of a whole after I hit your other half so hard in his screechers that I gave him the concussion that ended his career.
You see me ball up my fist and raise it in the air as another rumble of thunder cracks the sky. I jump involuntarily at the sound.
Oh man! That was embarrassing. I swear I really don't know my own strength sometimes. Guess all those Wednesday night pilates classes are finally paying off!
I see it Fifi. I see the light at the end of the tunnel!
I am coming. I am coming for you, towards you. Then I will see how good you really are, how good you have always been. Through you I will separate the truth from the lies. Through you I will separate fact from fiction. Faith from fairytale. Darkness from daylight.
The light of day and the dead of night. Day of the dead. Night of the Immortals.
Bound through eternity, for eternity.
It is how things have always been, especially between us Fiona, and how they shall remain for all of our time in this world. Finite as it might be, there is a natural order to life that perfectly compliments the natural chaos of death. A lot like you and I, Fiona. Polar opposites. The unnecessary and the necessary.
You complete me, like no other. Because of you, I will be the infinity inside every circle, every spoke in every wheel and every blade of every wind mill. Spinning in your mind, turning in your heart, remembered forever. Never truly dying, yet never truly living either. Only coming close. So close.
That is going to be our story, Fiona. No matter how close Destiny has brought us together, you will never touch me and I will never be you.
A beacon.
I will never be a con. That's all you are. It's not your fault, that's all happiness ever is. A con. A lie, as bold and as bright as any smile, especially yours, Fiona. Never stop smiling, never stop shining, never stop lying. Sorrow increases the value of happiness. Darkness increases the need for light. And the truth cannot exist without a lie.
I will.
My eyes closed, now there were no hugs or handkerchiefs, only the tears you watched roll slowly down my cheeks.
Thunder rumbled overhead, there was a storm coming, though it was thankfully still somewhere in the distance.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
You see me throw my head back and open my eyes, casting my gaze towards the sky, whilst my right hand draws a cross across my chest before you hear me speak.
In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth. Now the Earth was formless and empty. Darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!" And there was light. God saw the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. God called the light "Day" and the darkness He called "Night". And there was evening, and there was morning - the first day.
You see me then look at the dirt around me.
My second night, your second chance.
That's how long we've been doing this, Fiona. Since the first day. You are the Heavens I once ran for, before Mommy told me not to. I am the Earth, empty and without form. I am the darkness, you are the spirit, hovering over the waters. You are his light, and you are good...but you are not great, and that is what has separated us from the beginning. I am the night because I've been here before you and I will be here after you.
In the evening and in the morning, and there was mourning in the evening.
It is where our story begins, and it is where our story will end. The way all good stories do. With a death. The death of a dream.
You see me shake my head, scooping up handfuls of dirt with my bare hands.
From his death you seek a resurrection. Hoping to set in diamond what you could not set in ruby. Hope is the most precious little gem of all, more precious than all the diamonds and metals found deep within the earth, or wrapped around my waist. Hope can never be weighed in gold, or traded for leather, still you will try, won't you Fiona?
Oh please, say you will try.
It won't be half as much fun otherwise, but you know all about that now, don't you, Fiona?
Being one half of a whole after I hit your other half so hard in his screechers that I gave him the concussion that ended his career.
You see me ball up my fist and raise it in the air as another rumble of thunder cracks the sky. I jump involuntarily at the sound.
Oh man! That was embarrassing. I swear I really don't know my own strength sometimes. Guess all those Wednesday night pilates classes are finally paying off!
I see it Fifi. I see the light at the end of the tunnel!
I am coming. I am coming for you, towards you. Then I will see how good you really are, how good you have always been. Through you I will separate the truth from the lies. Through you I will separate fact from fiction. Faith from fairytale. Darkness from daylight.
The light of day and the dead of night. Day of the dead. Night of the Immortals.
Bound through eternity, for eternity.
It is how things have always been, especially between us Fiona, and how they shall remain for all of our time in this world. Finite as it might be, there is a natural order to life that perfectly compliments the natural chaos of death. A lot like you and I, Fiona. Polar opposites. The unnecessary and the necessary.
You complete me, like no other. Because of you, I will be the infinity inside every circle, every spoke in every wheel and every blade of every wind mill. Spinning in your mind, turning in your heart, remembered forever. Never truly dying, yet never truly living either. Only coming close. So close.
That is going to be our story, Fiona. No matter how close Destiny has brought us together, you will never touch me and I will never be you.
A beacon.
I will never be a con. That's all you are. It's not your fault, that's all happiness ever is. A con. A lie, as bold and as bright as any smile, especially yours, Fiona. Never stop smiling, never stop shining, never stop lying. Sorrow increases the value of happiness. Darkness increases the need for light. And the truth cannot exist without a lie.
Just as you cannot exist without me, Fiona.
You've followed in my footsteps, you've lived in my shadow. You've burned in my water and you've drowned in my fire. You will be scattered by my earth and buried in my wind. For I am elemental. I am eternal. When you were third, I was first. I was the beginning and I will be the end.
Your end.
Iron Maiden against Iron Maiden, the beautiful symmetry played out across time, space and the wings of a butterfly. Caught in a jar, preserved in formaldehyde. Pinned to the wall. A trophy of tragic irony. Pretty little thing, both illusion and delusion in equal measure.
Heeheehee.
Hope really is the most curious of all human foibles, isn't it Fiona?
The more you have, the less it is worth, and that makes you the most worthless person in all of Ireland.
You are most sincere reflection of my most sincere insincerity. Stretched across your lips, painted upon mine. A smile, only skin deep. What you chase, I wait for. It will come, it will come, shush my darling, it will come! Patience, patience is the key. It will come for you, it will come for us all, one day, one night, soon...
Death.
The only true passport to immortality you will ever come to know.
Funny thing is that it's only by being reminded of your mortality that you begin to understand why you're not ready for immortality, Fiona. That's why I'm here, that's why I came back here. Back home. It's why I'm sat here on the doorstep of immortality. Reminding myself of just how far I've come, and just how far I still have to go in this life before I see the next.
Every single one of them, every single one of my memories here reminds me of them, and how they made me into something more.
I am beyond Death.
I am beyond the beginning and far from the end.
I am the eternity between your dreams and your reality, Fiona.
Come for me, come at me, come because of me. Just come. Bring me the light of your existence so that I may bask in the warm glow of true happiness one last time.
Before it is extinguished prematurely, just like every other light I have ever known...
You see me then lose my eyes and drop my head before the grave.
Fresher now without the weeds than it had ever been before.
Just like the pain she knew, the pain she remembered...
Well howdy there pardner.