DARK by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
There is no such thing as time.
Not for the eternal.
And not for the lonely.
Merely moments, often forgettable, rarely remembered.
But for some reason, they always seemed to be important.
At least, to her.
The city lights were of some comfort.
Shining, as they did, within the darkness of night.
Struggling to fight back the demon of silence.
She knew they would lose that war. One day.
In the very distant future.
When all light would be snuffed out forever.
And an eternal dark silence took over.
Ever expanding into nothingness.
She sighed, realising that she was her own worst enemy.
Constantly depressing herself with words and thoughts...
That were the very essence of her being.
The Darkness.
The Silence.
How could she avoid thinking about these...
When they were the very things she had been born...
To bring about?
The others just didn't understand.
From the moment that city had been born anew.
They feared and shunned her.
Because she had suffered real pain in her life...
They were afraid of her. And she couldn't blame them.
She was afraid, too. Sometimes.
And so she was pushed to the farthest corner of the Palace.
The room with the crappiest of views.
Where she had to, practically, hang from the side...
Of her balcony, to see the lights of the city.
It was a good thing she was able to use her Glaive...
As a hook.
Otherwise she'd be a Senshi pancake.
Hundreds of feet below.
Now wouldn't that make the news?
It would be the first time, in a long time...
That she'd have done anything of note.
And then she'd be dead. Again. What a waste.
As her hair rippled in the breeze.
It seemed so tempting, to let go.
And bring about the darkness and silence...
She so desired.
She hung on. For many more moments.
And she didn't know why...
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
There is no such thing as time.
Not for the eternal.
And not for the lonely.
Merely moments, often forgettable, rarely remembered.
But for some reason, they always seemed to be important.
At least, to her.
The city lights were of some comfort.
Shining, as they did, within the darkness of night.
Struggling to fight back the demon of silence.
She knew they would lose that war. One day.
In the very distant future.
When all light would be snuffed out forever.
And an eternal dark silence took over.
Ever expanding into nothingness.
She sighed, realising that she was her own worst enemy.
Constantly depressing herself with words and thoughts...
That were the very essence of her being.
The Darkness.
The Silence.
How could she avoid thinking about these...
When they were the very things she had been born...
To bring about?
The others just didn't understand.
From the moment that city had been born anew.
They feared and shunned her.
Because she had suffered real pain in her life...
They were afraid of her. And she couldn't blame them.
She was afraid, too. Sometimes.
And so she was pushed to the farthest corner of the Palace.
The room with the crappiest of views.
Where she had to, practically, hang from the side...
Of her balcony, to see the lights of the city.
It was a good thing she was able to use her Glaive...
As a hook.
Otherwise she'd be a Senshi pancake.
Hundreds of feet below.
Now wouldn't that make the news?
It would be the first time, in a long time...
That she'd have done anything of note.
And then she'd be dead. Again. What a waste.
As her hair rippled in the breeze.
It seemed so tempting, to let go.
And bring about the darkness and silence...
She so desired.
She hung on. For many more moments.
And she didn't know why...
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au