A/N: I'm not really sure whether this is poetry or prose, and I didn't really know where I was going with this, but enjoy!
I do not know who I am. I do not know why I am here. And most of all…
I do not know if I am ever to leave this abyss.
Swirling darkness grasping at glowing chains around the wrists and ankles of a frail body, slumped over in eons old misery. Not even the grotesque monsters of the prison would lay near the being any more.
{Eons old misery}
Time has been too long in this somber place, it's prisoner trapped below the thriving surface, forgotten by all who reside there now. When the stories are told of a majestic being sweeping down from the heavens and wreaking havoc, it is just a tale. Only a tale.
{Burning misery of the forgetful}
The powerfully ancient soul of the being slowly crushed by the overwhelming weight of time, and the devastating defeat of the limbs. Taken, and formed into the pillars of ebony stone that trap the being with chains of light.
I must have wronged the ways of the world to be trapped forever more in darkness.
That must be the greatest sin of mine.
The Pantheon was in great danger.
The threat of unending destruction could not be stopped now. Even all the gods and goddesses knew this.
The angels had fallen before them, and the Pantheon was next.
They simply had exhausted their power over the years, and now, did not have enough power to fight of the catastrophic threat.
I do not know who I am. I do not know why I am here. And most of all…
I do not know if I am ever to leave this abyss.
The chains weaken. Their power must be waning. Whoever. Someone. There is a crash and a thud. A descent. Wings.
Wings.
Angel.
Pantheon.
This must be my greatest sin.
Thrashing against the claws of light that chain the being, it struggles to free itself from the misery of eons old power.
I do not know if these raptor-like claws will ever loosen their destructive hold on my limbs, but if they ever do…
"I do not know who I am. I do not know why I am here. And most of all…
I do not know if I am ever to leave this abyss."
I do not know if I could ever stand again after the imprisonment of such.
I am someone
I am
I
…
There is a tugging at the deepest depths of power. A power that must be all available at all costs, even if it means letting go of whatever attachment it is that is clinging to her power.
The chain is cut free.
Cut free
…
I do not know who I am. I do not know why I am here. And most of all…
I do not know if I am ever to leave this abyss.
The accursed chains fade from view, as though their source of power had been cut free for some other purpose.
I am someone
I am
I
…
I
I am
I am free.
Once more I shall be a spirit of majestic flight
Once more, a final chance has come.
My greatest sin will be atoned once more.
Rising.
There is a power rising.
No…
I am rising.
The ash of misery lifts the air, obsidian glows - the pillars that were the prison of the
have finally released their first and last prisoner. A further omninescent prescence speaks, and
Oh.
This is my greatest sin.
and I thought
I thought
I thought that I could be forgiven.
This is my greatest sin.
"I do not know who I am. I do not know why I am here. And most of all…
I do not know if I am ever to leave this abyss."
A voice - my master's voice.
I have been forgiven already? No.
I will atone for this terror by protecting those above.
That will be my legacy.
