Monday, September 8, 2014

The weight of a thousand souls.

The light once shown bright and warming.
Comforting you in it's gaze, strengthening you.
The world opened up to you and wonder filled your heart.
And it came slowly, calmly, without fear.

The dark came as you took upon your burden of sin. 
One small scar, surely you would survive.
And another blow, take the pain from someone else.
They could not bear their pain so you took it from them.
And again, you gave a piece of yourself away.
Taking upon yourself even more sin.

You sought the light once more, clawing through the darkness.
And it burned you, searing your skin and blinding your sight.
In pain and agony you withdrew, seeking the cold dark.
And in it you found a new strength.

And your sin grew, taking the pain away from all you found.
You grew strong and filling the holes in your soul with sin.
How could one bear the sins of so many?
And again you took their pain, standing tall in the dark.

You craved it finding more to increase your burden.
After forsaking your salvation, you cursed the gods.
And in the darkness made yourself one.

You built legions.
Angels and demons of your own.
Determined to stand at the edge of eternity.
And face all of creation, for the mad hope of turning fate.

My how you have fallen.
was their sin too much?
or did eternity find you as you stood with your back to the abyss?
And in this damnation did you find your victory?