Grilvex Saga: Awakening
I am but an illusion
held in your minds
I am not real
I live just to die
I am not real
just a lie within a lie
I exist within a dream
the dreamer already awake
and yet I'm not real
just a false reality you believe real
Cold rain still poured from the heavens, a blight unto the untold. A man's visage lay battered and broke upon the soaked earth, he much like the earth, needing the nourishment... the quenching and cleansing that the rain brings. His slicked back hair now strung out across the ground, mixing with the mud. A stutter passing his lips as he rolled over, indescernable and yet easily heard. His eyes filled with tears as he struggled to get up, the gleamings of cracks and joints that seemed to be still for ages all he felt. For one so powerful even he was humbled by the sudden tumbling from his high horse, brought down by a simple illusion. His hand reached out for support, finding it upon the remnants of his sedan. A light smile curling his face as the rains steady downpour cleansed his clothes.
Grilvex shuddered as lightning struck across the night sky, seeing his car once more... this time the weight of the moment, and the sight bringing him to his knees once more as he looked over the car. As he struck the brittle ground he sunk in a few inches, mud staining his pants and hands as it flowed through and joined with his splayed fingers. He knew this wasn't an illusion, but his cold embarasment was that it had been caused by an illusion. A split second sighting of that 'thing' the monstrosity had brought him down.
He glared up to the sky and cursed to himself, closing his eyes gently as the rains downpour increased, his tears streaming down mixed with rain, leaving black streams from tear ducts, the unholy matter passing to the ground, discoloring it for mere moments before it was washed away. Humbled now as he seeked his footing again, he took his first pained step... finding little pain in this. The eternity of 'rest' he felt left him vaguely refreshed, but for how long, a momentary rejoice filled his mind. The rejoicing was shortlived as he finally took notice of his body, he almost screamed as he saw it... 'it' had been released. Was this what sustained him despite the greivous wounds?
A sudden howl ripped forth from his lungs, unbridled as he began to rip away at his chest, trying to remove that dreaded second skin. The beast which his mind unleashed. Hail began to mix with the rain, pelting him, it stung a little as he felt it but continued to try and rip the layers away. A flash... this time not lightning, it flashed again. His mind filled with cries, a sudden desperate attempt at dispelling the demon which encompassed him. Though it kept him sustained it had been his undoing on several occasions.
(sweet offerings held divine
passing faintly within my mind
quiet reelings held back
sudden words spoken forth
a cold remorse
streaming vitae
a sudden cry
met with only heavens reply
no reprieve
no... reprieve.)
He opened his eyes once more, still ripping away at the fleshy material. It grew back almost as quickly as he ripped it away. Stirrings within his mind as the cold winds mixed with rain, his body kept warm and yet chilled by the heaven sent bliss. His punishment, his curse. He slowly stopped, only clinging to the chest plates; cold memories remaining. The flash once more and he focused. Growing tired of running from the truth, the past. His final requiem, he knew what he was: A walking ghost, a revenant of sorts. His mind chunred upon the thought, the realization. His running only undone by the illusion... that woman... that beast... that memory.
Saintless nights withheld
sadeness glistenings of sweetened amber
fickle urgings expelled
explosions of fears within
looming over a scarred visage
I've run enough
repentance cannot forgive
I'm dead now
life's cold reprieve
I'm alive again
echo the sonata once more
stained is my soul
bring the final call
I am the faithless
I am a revenant
Return
