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The Night
Where were you last night, when the darkness was still in bloom - a mysterious and unnatural flower? Where were you when the sky was not dotted with light and the moon was hidden behind restless clouds, moving with the encouragement of the wind? I stood there waiting in only the presence of wood spirits; fairies with their luminous bodies in graceful flight, but they were too small and insignificant to be a comfort. I was watching the distance - wracked with trees, plants and shrouded in the shadows. My legs lost its feeling and my eyes grew weary when there was no sign of your presence. And yet, despite the physical pain my heart hoped; I waited - a statue of sorrow personified.
Where were you last night, just before the light hit the horizon to bring forth a new day; new beginning; new adventure? But the night, too, could be a wondrous experience for what mysteries one could encounter in the darkness... it was supposed to be a breathtaking journey through the unseen for both you and I... but I found you not. So I found myself falling to the ground that was littered with autumn leaves that crackled their cries of protest as I touched them, pressed down upon them in a large dead weight.
Where were you at dawn, as the fingers of the sun started to spread out into the ominous - but beautiful, yes, so beautiful - night sky? The dark blanket above began to fade into the hues of morning - deep purples, to striking reds, oranges and yellows... then finally to the rich light blue that hangs like a sad cloud above us; an ugly feeling hidden behind a veil of human materialism. And as my tired eyes searched... and searched... you didn't come. I could not hide my disappointment then. The spirits of the woods were the only ones to witness my tears - small drops of pain and despondency - roll down my fatigue-filled face. My head was hanging, body rocking in a steady comforting beat - back and forth. Even at this moment of great defeat you did not come... only now, when time has passed - but not my anger; dry, dry wood, while you are the flint and stone - you come, begging for forgiveness as well as my help.
I delve deep into your open eyes - your soul and find no guilt. Instead, I see only the light of greed consuming your very beautiful, black and unknowing soul. You are the misconception - the roles of light and dark are switchedd. You are the untainted raven turned into the evil blemished poison apple... because of the blinding enlightenment that you are devoured by. And I, still cradled in the embrace of darkness, watch with aloof eyes as I refuse your request. Now I am stand aside as you fall until you disintegrate into the dust that you were destined to become. The darkness may keep me ignorant, but at least I can be satisfied... and feel no hint of the corrupting emotions when I see you finally lose yourself.