I keep having this same dream, over and over again it comes to me. It's comforting and yet it tears me apart. I am soothed by a soft melody I know from long ago, and yet I can not seem to remember. But I know that I am safe. It is like being young again and knowing everything. Knowing that there are monsters under the bed and they are just waiting for you to fall asleep so they can bite your toes off. Or knowing that you are loved, there is never a question about that. Knowing that your friends are there and that you have some, knowing that the sun will rise and shine tomorrow becuase everything is going to be alright. Because everything has to be alright... Right?
No, it can't ever be alight becuase I know better. I know the truth about life. For I have seen everything. I have seen the sun rise a thousand times, and as such I have seen it creep away not to return until it must. It creeps away from this god awful place and leaves me here to rot. I have seen many things even I can not speak of becuase they are so horrible. Have you seen the eyes of the dead? Have you watched while they departed from this place? Have you heard their soft mone of knowing that they are finaly free?
I have. So many eyes are embeded in my mind, the eyes of my victims. The ones that were slain by my glaive, my hands. They watch me, forever watching me. You may speak to me, but all I hear are the screams of the people that have crossed me in battle. For none have ever lived. Why? Am I invincible? No, but I am called only in the end. Only when there is no longer hope. I must do what others can not. I must kill all life. It is what I was prophesized, made, born for. To kill. To unleash Hell upon all that still lived in the end. But the gods made a flaw in me. They gave me two things that I should not have. They gave me a soul, and eternal life. They cursed, they condemned me to mourn, to hurt forever. True when I use my powers my body dies. But I still live. I span to the farthest reaches of time and space mourning the pain and loss that I have inflicted.
Never does anyone think of me for they do not know. They can not. I am the Keeper of Death. No one can ever know of me, exept two. The other keepers. The Keeper of the Light, and the Keeper of Time. But The Kepper of Time is my only friend for we have both been condemned to live for eternity in pain. We have never spoken, for when I am put into human form it is the end and she has already returned to gaurding time. But we understand each other like no other forms in the universe.
I must go on, I must forever. It will never end for me. Time after time I must kill, and the burden on my soul will continue to grow. But unlike the mortals I kill, I will never have a release from Hell. For I can not die. I can not, though I wish I could.
No, it can't ever be alight becuase I know better. I know the truth about life. For I have seen everything. I have seen the sun rise a thousand times, and as such I have seen it creep away not to return until it must. It creeps away from this god awful place and leaves me here to rot. I have seen many things even I can not speak of becuase they are so horrible. Have you seen the eyes of the dead? Have you watched while they departed from this place? Have you heard their soft mone of knowing that they are finaly free?
I have. So many eyes are embeded in my mind, the eyes of my victims. The ones that were slain by my glaive, my hands. They watch me, forever watching me. You may speak to me, but all I hear are the screams of the people that have crossed me in battle. For none have ever lived. Why? Am I invincible? No, but I am called only in the end. Only when there is no longer hope. I must do what others can not. I must kill all life. It is what I was prophesized, made, born for. To kill. To unleash Hell upon all that still lived in the end. But the gods made a flaw in me. They gave me two things that I should not have. They gave me a soul, and eternal life. They cursed, they condemned me to mourn, to hurt forever. True when I use my powers my body dies. But I still live. I span to the farthest reaches of time and space mourning the pain and loss that I have inflicted.
Never does anyone think of me for they do not know. They can not. I am the Keeper of Death. No one can ever know of me, exept two. The other keepers. The Keeper of the Light, and the Keeper of Time. But The Kepper of Time is my only friend for we have both been condemned to live for eternity in pain. We have never spoken, for when I am put into human form it is the end and she has already returned to gaurding time. But we understand each other like no other forms in the universe.
I must go on, I must forever. It will never end for me. Time after time I must kill, and the burden on my soul will continue to grow. But unlike the mortals I kill, I will never have a release from Hell. For I can not die. I can not, though I wish I could.