Eye of the Darkness

Tag: fantasy

  • Land of mad

    In the land of the mad

    Lived once one normal one.
    Looking at the hot cross bun only in her memories, since her naked eye simply couldnā€™t bear its brightness, its heat, its refusingtodie EGšŸ™„
    Where, for years, she tried to reason with the hun, the unquestionable, the undeniable truth of the existence –
    -You see me, loveā€¦
    -Sure I do
    -And the same way eye can see you, too
    -Nope! Correction! Youā€™re nothing but my reflection!! Thereā€™s no need for you, or anybody else, Iā€™m the one that CAN do, willing to save the world from the war, cold or hell, with my mighty sword, that of belief,- said the lord Number One, heating up, knowing its powers, unaware of the true existence of love, this devoted lover.
    And so she finally understood her old dreams, resting in peace deep underground, in the core of her extraordinarily ordinary mind, projecting nothingā€¦ā€¦. but his back.
    Yes, light he was and always will be.
    Unable to read his very own hole, lost in the crazy mightiness of his very own sole, ignoring the number of feet of an ordinary human šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø
    And so she stopped.
    Since the altruistic mightiness didnā€™t need anyone. Just the followers, the copycats, the wannabees. One would only wonder at that point, who in such a world was creating all that war, hatred, cruelty, in one breath- the unnecessary death.
    And so the story of zero light never happened, leaving baba Vanga truly blind, never touching her lost sight.
    -Zero light? You mean darkness, right?šŸ™„
    -No, I said ZERO LIGHT, fracking zeroes everywhere
    -If the complete darkness grows in the footprint of light, nothing remains!
    -No. On the contrary. At such times ordinary human becomes blind to their ever present dark, able to perceive the fracking light. Said Stephen.
    -King??
    -Other. Stephen. Other. Kingā€¦

  • The scent

    Ā 
    Of three peonies and one coffeeĀ 
    Embraced the fresh air
    Of two morning windows
    And one evanescing V
    Of fifteen geeseĀ 
    Ā 
    Noting oneĀ 
    AdultĀ 
    MaleĀ 
    Full of sorrow
    That of an orphaned child
    Sleeping aloneĀ 
    In a large house overflowing with people
    HuggingĀ 
    The icy chill of his once homeless nights
    Ā 
    One vanĀ 
    Sharing the honeyed pastry
    With the driver and his son
    Pausing the time
    Of two crossroads
    Ā 
    Joined by one
    Giant fatherĀ 
    On his way to school
    Holding the hand
    Of his elfie daughter
    Gingerly
    With pride
    Ā 
    FollowedĀ 
    By seven ravensĀ 
    Of satin feathers
    Ravenously ripping
    The leftover corpses
    Of the idea
    Of once Great BritainĀ 
    Ā 
    Passed by oneĀ 
    ā€œguyā€Ā 
    Roughly the age of the crown and ā€˜heart
    With two shoes
    Large enough
    To fit his soul twice
    And also my inappropriate wonder
    Ā 
    Despite the one
    Constant migraine
    Refusing to let go
    KnockingĀ 
    With a force
    On the door
    Of one impatient
    Coach
    BlockingĀ 
    One pelicanĀ 
    Crossing
    Ā 
    Resulting in my first words of that day
    To myself
    ā€œWhat an Rsallā€
    To him
    ā€œWhat are you doinā€™?! Itā€™s RED!!!ā€
    Ā 
    Eye bellowed
    Just like an insane poster up above
    Claiming
    ā€œIn the age of light darkness arisesā€
    Screaming
    FAKE
    Ā 
    For the light
    Had its way
    To touch
    Even the Nite
    Ā 
    Pulling her gazeĀ 
    Off the ground
    Anchoring her
    In nothing
    ButĀ 
    The gloomy clouds
    For some
    For her
    Behind a tattered web of dark threads
    Dusted
    With myriads of shimmering stars
    Ā 
    Melting the skies
    Into honey drops
    Caressing
    The delicate green babiesĀ 
    Of one ancient pine
    BathingĀ 
    In a heartĀ 
    Of one twilight
    Ā 
    Being the breathtaking background
    For the silver liningĀ 
    Of two wings
    SingingĀ 
    The graceful silhouetteĀ 
    Of one seagull
    Into the existence
    Ā 
    Painting the veils of apricots
    Onto the powderĀ 
    Blue canvas
    Printing the embarrassed letters
    Of one blushing mapleĀ 
    To hundredsĀ 
    Of mosquitoesĀ 
    ā€œLeaf
    Leaf!
    Leaf!!!ā€
    Ā 
    Thatā€™s when she realised
    The stabbing pain to be completely gone
    Feeling
    Nothing
    But that indescribable non-touchĀ 
    Of her long lost friend
    Feeling its presenceĀ 
    Dancing all around her
    Insisting
    On something
    She intimately knew
    Years ago
    Ā 
    ā€œEmā€
    Ā 
    Unable to tameĀ 
    A soft smile out of the blueĀ 
    She rememberedĀ 
    ā€œā€¦first you slow down your steps
    Breath
    Hearing
    Sight
    Will follow
    Thatā€™s how you meet the silenceā€
    Ā 
    In a rustle
    Of one tangelo foxĀ 
    Tiptoeing ā€˜round
    Not noticing her
    Being preoccupiedĀ 
    With proudly carryingĀ 
    its Sainsbury shopping bag
    Ā 
    The same sound echoedĀ 
    In the wingsĀ 
    Of two raven thievesĀ 
    Stealing carmine rich cherries
    From oneĀ 
    SummerĀ 
    Ā 
    ā€œalready??ā€
    Her sudden tear whispered
    Ā 
    Mirroring her Dad
    Ā 
    Asking
    The true reason WHY
    the flowers had to close their eyesĀ 
    to seeĀ 
    Ā 
    True nite