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Yrolg

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I sit here, within my prison, looking upon the procession of horses, carriages, and peasants. Together, they form the last family for whichever poor soul accompanies that casket.
I sit and watch, even rows of men and women, soldiers within the army of grief, marching their beloved to the burial ground; wanting nothing more than to leave this abysmally temperamental world within which we live.
Alongside the dreary and morbid procession through the city, a flock of birds now flies, flaunting that they, the blessed animals, are able to – if only for a moment – escape the deathly hollow of reality; to live their dreams, up and away, isolated from the mortal restrictions of this world.
The hover above the long parade for an instant longer, gloating at their ability to secede, before falling down the wisps of stale wind, settling themselves into the fruit trees which surround my barred window.
Back to their homes, the birds chirp away, singing the beautiful songs of freedom – whatever that term means.
And as the last mourner passes by, slowly adding to the stream of tears which has spread before them, the birds again seem to flaunt their abilities, crescendoing into an imbroglio of a song, singing what that poor soul now had, what I might now only begin to imagine.
Of Freedom.

11-Apr-2008 19:58:22

Yrolg

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I am led to wonder, as I am lost within this sea, wandering the quarantined halls of the dying; witnessing as my last breath of air escapes my open mouth, in a testing, and symbolic demonstration of my life – from the depths of an unknown recess of darkness, into the land of life and hope, before its ultimate and final journey, where those foreign spheres of life, closed worlds within themselves, would flow upwards, joining the generalized assembly, conglomerated at the end of the journey – what might have been.
Upon seeing the schools of life pass before my dying eyes, I realize that this, the array of life, the beautiful shafts of tangible light, the differential majesty of the scene, might be my last sight of this equivocal life.
After feeling the wispy tendrils of a current upon my face, and a scuttling upon my tied feet, I open my eyes only to see an animal, harbored in its shell, scuttling away from me, to its home, its family – not that I know what such terms mean – and am again left, for this final chapter of my life, wondering what might have occurred in the next.
Would I have ever discovered meaning to those words – home… family … - or might I have continued the course fate had set me, further estranging myself to society, isolating myself in uncontrolled depression?
As my death is ever impending, and I immolate myself for the betterment of all others, I look up to the sea*s surface, and give myself, as does the sea to the earth, impenitently meeting the end; passing the last instantof life, to which I so selfishly clung, witnessing my breath – my life – float upwards, ever nearer to the heavens.

14-Apr-2008 19:35:11

Yrolg

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In the beginning, there was war; A raving fire, deep within the souls of its practitionary, slowly devouring the precious little light which dared entrance to the land. Deep fires, horrific disasters, and pandemic genocide roared throughout the world, eradicating hope, and transfiguring the little love in existence into a love of one thing: Destruction.
The armies, despite their differences, were united under a single cause: to destroy all others.
Sarpel, daughter of Osra, embraced the hate, the death, the destruction, and continued the pathogenesis of the realm; further acerbating the will of all, empowering the great deity of death, and continuing the cause of the es***gleriesque armies.
Then, upon the cessation of bodies to kill, and upon the complete decimation of all armies, with no clear party triumphant, there was darkness, imperturbable in the wake of impetuous sacrifices to the vice realm of death.
The darkness was complete: a final victor over mind, body, realm, and heart. With it, in its somber totality, the world changed from war to such war*s sinister affections: death, decay, and destruction.
The melancholy devices of such darkness spawned, leaving the world the second of affectual evils.
In the beginning there was war; in the end there was darkness; in the middle, the human race.

14-Apr-2008 20:13:43