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Who am I?
What am I, what is my name? Name...who am I...what is...it is...it is...
My name.
Rune.
What does it mean? I am searching...
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Who can tell me the meaning of that which is not seen?
. . . I have these dreams . . .
I did things to escape that many would equate with selling your soul. Did I even have a soul then? Do I now? I see dark souls that make their home on this plane, mortals of the very sort that my old masters delight in. They work ceaselessly, it seems, to snuff out all the light on this plane, and I wonder . . . do they know what a world without any light is like? A world without light is pain. It is nothingness. In a world without light, you are nothing, because there is nothing to define you. It is subjugation and pain . . . relentless, unmitigated pain. There is no comfort in the stark darkness of that world. How could any being with a soul wish for that? I must have a soul then . . . but then, don't they?
. . . even the demons know the value of light. Otherwise, they would not fight it so.
I escaped once, and I'm never going back. I escaped what I once was.
. . . but I have these dreams.
There is a forest in dark mist. I walk and nothing seems to change, the same trees pass by, the same rocks pebble my tread. I think I see a light ahead, and I try to follow it. It seems to grow closer, but no, that is only my perception. I cannot get close to the light. Still, I follow it, but I find a horrid sight. Before me lies a fountain of blood. I cannot stop my steps, and soon, I begin to sink into it. I am covered, I am drowning . . . then I am falling. Back . . . back into the abyss. Chains of flesh bind me, and I know that I will never be free again.
Symbols.
Even the paths that we do not choose are for us to truely choose or not, in the end.
And I am afraid.
What do I let go of?
. . .
Who am I?
I am Rune. I am the scion of demons, but I seek to determine my own fate. However . . . I do not know if I can escape what I am, or what I come from.
If I cannot make my own fate, there is only once choice left for me. I can own the fate that is mine.
Embracing . . .
. . . what I am.
[R]unesong · Mon Nov 14, 2005 @ 08:21pm · 2 Comments |
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