The characters portrayed within are the creation of Takeuchi Naoko,
and are used without her permission.
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STILL
by DDFA
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Still, I sit, within my temple of darkness, the light of the
night, full in my eyes and blinding me into deafness. Silence, I
hear, as loud as a shadow and just as well defined.
A shard, of light, brighter than a million beams of the purest
plasma, cuts across my mind, twinkling off the blade of my glaive,
as I stir in my eternal musings, making me wonder what fresh hell
awaits to visit me.
I look up at the figure that stands in the doorway, the pink-
haired woman child who longs to find within the masses the same
affection that they gave her mother, yet seems unable to withstand
their criticism when she does wrong.... We stare at each other and
allow a few moments of silent conversation to pass between us....
There has never been a need for words. Not the words that most
people use.
She slowly walks into the hall of darkness, her eyes tired and
lonely, hoping the darkness would bless her a few hours of rest and
care. She has yet to realise the depth of the shadow, and its
desire to swallow all light.... Still, I cannot escape the emotions
of my past and allow her entry, watching warily as she climbs the
dais and approaches my sanctuary.
She stands before me, staring into my eyes, almost horrified
by what she sees.... It is always the same with her.... She has a
set memory of the friend she once knew, and wishes that memory to
remain unchanged upon each and every encounter. But I have for too
long retreated into the darkness, and now live for its every
moment.... She accepts this and sits at my feet, pressing her tired
head against my leg.
My glaive whips around her figure, protectively, as I command
the doors to close. For just a few hours, the light and the dark
shall be as one, together. And maybe, one day, forever....
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and are used without her permission.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
STILL
by DDFA
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Still, I sit, within my temple of darkness, the light of the
night, full in my eyes and blinding me into deafness. Silence, I
hear, as loud as a shadow and just as well defined.
A shard, of light, brighter than a million beams of the purest
plasma, cuts across my mind, twinkling off the blade of my glaive,
as I stir in my eternal musings, making me wonder what fresh hell
awaits to visit me.
I look up at the figure that stands in the doorway, the pink-
haired woman child who longs to find within the masses the same
affection that they gave her mother, yet seems unable to withstand
their criticism when she does wrong.... We stare at each other and
allow a few moments of silent conversation to pass between us....
There has never been a need for words. Not the words that most
people use.
She slowly walks into the hall of darkness, her eyes tired and
lonely, hoping the darkness would bless her a few hours of rest and
care. She has yet to realise the depth of the shadow, and its
desire to swallow all light.... Still, I cannot escape the emotions
of my past and allow her entry, watching warily as she climbs the
dais and approaches my sanctuary.
She stands before me, staring into my eyes, almost horrified
by what she sees.... It is always the same with her.... She has a
set memory of the friend she once knew, and wishes that memory to
remain unchanged upon each and every encounter. But I have for too
long retreated into the darkness, and now live for its every
moment.... She accepts this and sits at my feet, pressing her tired
head against my leg.
My glaive whips around her figure, protectively, as I command
the doors to close. For just a few hours, the light and the dark
shall be as one, together. And maybe, one day, forever....
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_________
/ @ \ DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page)
/ / ^ ^ \ \ ayanami@internode.on.net
/\
\/ \/
\___________/
/_/ \_\ PU