Birthed by Shadow

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I hear something in the dark

The slightest sound…


Not the cry

Not the chatter,

For all chatter when they can no longer cry

And all fall silent after that.


I was taught:

I bring silence by my fingertips

I bring peace to discord

Order to chaos

When their minds scream


I can make them scream too

And it still hurts a bit,

Just a bit,

When I drive my mind to a needle

And prize them open.


He watches

Comments

Notes

Stays silent


It still hurts,

Just a bit


He wishes I feel nothing

And that is mostly true:

I feel no change when they whimper

Feel nothing when they beg

Feel nothing when they scream


Am I supposed to in some way?


Something…something new…


I taught myself to see where they hurt

Where they scared

Their minds tell me everything

I fear nothing

I feel nothing


Not long ago He decided I had forgotten what pain was

I didn't remember,

That was true,

So I felt pain

I felt sensation


I must feel nothing.

I must understand everything.


I do not understand this

What is making this sound?

I must not have heard

Whilst his mind still screamed,

Whilst his eyes still angered


They all had anger

And loathing

And desire

And fear

I thought I would be infected at first

But they meant nothing to me


They are nothing

Without care


I approach

I stare,

With eyes that penetrate the dark,

And reach for you


I did not know you existed

Yet you intrigue me

Perhaps I can keep you?


Sentiment

Perhaps I am possessive?

Unfortunate


I look at you

And hold my ear close

For you hurt


When They chatter

The remains of regret,

Or such like,

Is long gone

Stale as the air I breathe

Impotent


But you hurt:

Your mind quiets,

And I hear it


I feel nothing of the matters of the heart

They are burdensome,

Clearly


You cry in your sleep

But your mind remains quiet

You wished for death I think

I do not understand


I asked if I could continue my study

He asked why I did not break you open and see

I could not answer

I did not need to,

Did I?


I do not want to

For you hurt

Must you hurt more?

I watch him speak to you

And your mind screams

When you sleep,

It slows

And you weep


I feel pain

I cause screams

I cause silence

I search


Yet I come back to you

And listen to the echo

What is it the echo of?


A sound cannot be so solid

It is not rational

Certainly it is futile


So why does it matter so to you?

You fight it,

And it gives you strength

You feel it,

And it gives you identity

The echo threads through your very self


I do not understand

I have nothing

I am alone


I am alone

But not more alone than you


There is no sense in that

For what reason do you believe that?

You allow Him to move you

For your certainty to grow


As it has in me

That I understand


Yet you weep

When you believe no one there

You are less certain,

And you hurt


I do not understand


You regret

You wonder

You rage

But you rage at yourself

When your mind is quiet


I cannot understand


You have not seen me

I am shadow itself

Birthed by the dark

You cannot feel me reach to you,

My hand over your heart


I shall not understand

And yet…

And yet…


The echo in the dark is all I hear

All I think on

I save you in small ways

For what else can I do?

A.N: You know, this doesn't have to be about Loki, but I did use Tom Hiddleston's portrayal of him as inspiration for the turmoil observed. And Florence Welsh's 'Cosmic Love' for the obvious parallel in the thoughts of the narrator. Review? Also, I will forever picture the line 'I bring order to chaos' being said by Alice Krige as the Borg Queen (Star Trek, Next Gen films: First Contact)

I don't own Loki as a character, but I feel justified in owning this piece as a whole since it is nonspecific.