Late Night (Written early 2010)

She looked upon me with pale eyes; her expression leered by beauty and her own sorrow. Sadness—it filled her heart. Like a dark layer of muck, the emotion oozed all over her. She bathed it in—unknowingly reveled in it. I could do nothing but stare back into the void of her gaze, her spirit staring directly through all my walls and defenses.
      Unraveled. I felt… unraveled. For the first time, I felt naked. It was all gone—nothing remained of what once did. And when she looked upon me, she saw this. She smiled—it was in many ways more haunting than the salty frown she had worn before that. She looked happy. It was good, I felt happy.
       Then it happened. Darkness. Loss. “What is this?” she said, “What is this red I bleed?” And when I looked down, a hole had been torn through her, out of which she was bleeding severely. “What happened?” I asked her. Her face swelled as if she were about to cry, then eased again. “What is this red I bleed?” She asked again, her voice pleading with me.
     “It is your blood.” I answered. She shook her head. “No,” She said, her face muscles again contracting as her eyes teared and she was overcome with emotion—sadness, darkness, remorse, regret, loss… She reached out to me. She drew all fingers in but her index, and pointed at me. “It is your blood,” She said, “It is your blood.”
     Suddenly, everything began to fade away. The floor we stood upon, the walls we stood behind. All the objects—all the tangible materials. She, too, began to fade away.
     “I have bled your blood.” She said. “Now you must be kind to me.”
     I reached for a book I owned that floated in the evaporating room. “No.” She said. “You must be kind to me. Leave it there…”
     Then there was nothing. Blackness. Darkness. Remorse. Regret. Sadness. Pity. Loss. But then that, too, evaporated. Nothingness—the essence of stillness, silence, serenity, and focus.
     A loud clap of thunder. Everything exploded into chaotic matter. Hues of red and blue, green and orange, purple and yellow—they all swam across my view. “Be kind to me.” I heard the echo. “Be kind to me…”
     I held my head as the universe fell into place around me. I stood silently and watched. At this moment, I felt one thing for no particular reason. I felt love. Could it be desribed by a single color: pink.
     There was nothing else. The wheels were set into motion now. Waters will raise, oceans will marry, and all will fear for themselves. They will not be kind to her, and she will not take sympathy upon them.
     Grounding spirits help me. Pull me back to this place, and take me away again when it’s time.
     Sorrow.
     Loss.
     Love.
     Darkness.
     Light.
     Void.
     Nothingness.
     Beware the Templar of the new age and the Order of which they will serve; keep eyes on the Archons, as they will not be kind to her.
     Let go.