As a need to escape,
A want to be free,
Hope blooms from the coming of darkness.
Falling.
Falling into the unknown.
The unreal. Yet more real than mankind can ever come to understand.
Through the abyss, into something strange and new.
Could it be peace?
Life was not always so chaotic, it was not always dark. Peace and light were things of the past, but they still existed. How life changed from light to dark was gradual, hardly noticeable. Eventually all the small things began to add up and life was changing.
There was dark in the beginning, dark from generations before. There was never any other option. As more time passed I saw light. Not all at once, through small things, like the beauty of a flower or the morning dew on the grass. The light was there, but it was too hard to leave the darkness behind. There came a day when the choice was laid out before me. Defy all I had been taught to believe and leave the dark to join the light, fighting for what is right or choose the dark where corruption, chaos and betrayal reign. What choice could I possible make? Light had won this round.
For many years there was light showing me the path. Following obediently was hard, harder than I ever thought possible. If I ever lost my footing there was someone there to catch me. Days like that remind me why I chose the light. Many time the dark seemed easier, power, wealth; any whim met, but if they fall there was there was no one there to catch them. They are alone. The light is united and together strong, strong enough to overcome anything the dark might try. Darkness will never overcome. It may seem if all hope is lost, but there is always a beam of light if sought hard enough.
After living so many years in light, the darkness rose again. This time I was ready to face it, or at least I thought I was. The light was driven back; it was losing, but not yet lost. The light was in my heart, trying to break it's way through the shadow of darkness. It might have won, I'll never know, it was put out much too soon. The dark struck hard and true, but not without fault. One so full of darkness was taken down by the shining beam of hope, that is light. While the sudden hope for light was there, the light was betrayed for darkness in another. This betrayal struck my heart, plunging it into darkness, void of all things good and true. I wanted hope again, I wanted light again. So long searching in the darkness revealed a glimmer of light. Darkness surrounded my heart but there was a hidden light, light that I vowed would shine brightly again. I'm not sure how it happened, I don't thing anyone will ever be sure. I was fighting the darkness, to save the hope of the light, I had to win or die trying. I'll never know if I won my personal battle, but I know light will win.
I'm falling in darkness, but a different kind of darkness.
It's dark, but I can still see.
I still know the light, I can feel it.
I no longer have the feeling of an ongoing battle,
Things just seem right.
Am I dead?
I think I found peace.
Light has won in the end.
Disclaimer- I don't own Sirius, or anything to do with Harry Potter. It's all J.K Rowling.
A want to be free,
Hope blooms from the coming of darkness.
Falling.
Falling into the unknown.
The unreal. Yet more real than mankind can ever come to understand.
Through the abyss, into something strange and new.
Could it be peace?
Life was not always so chaotic, it was not always dark. Peace and light were things of the past, but they still existed. How life changed from light to dark was gradual, hardly noticeable. Eventually all the small things began to add up and life was changing.
There was dark in the beginning, dark from generations before. There was never any other option. As more time passed I saw light. Not all at once, through small things, like the beauty of a flower or the morning dew on the grass. The light was there, but it was too hard to leave the darkness behind. There came a day when the choice was laid out before me. Defy all I had been taught to believe and leave the dark to join the light, fighting for what is right or choose the dark where corruption, chaos and betrayal reign. What choice could I possible make? Light had won this round.
For many years there was light showing me the path. Following obediently was hard, harder than I ever thought possible. If I ever lost my footing there was someone there to catch me. Days like that remind me why I chose the light. Many time the dark seemed easier, power, wealth; any whim met, but if they fall there was there was no one there to catch them. They are alone. The light is united and together strong, strong enough to overcome anything the dark might try. Darkness will never overcome. It may seem if all hope is lost, but there is always a beam of light if sought hard enough.
After living so many years in light, the darkness rose again. This time I was ready to face it, or at least I thought I was. The light was driven back; it was losing, but not yet lost. The light was in my heart, trying to break it's way through the shadow of darkness. It might have won, I'll never know, it was put out much too soon. The dark struck hard and true, but not without fault. One so full of darkness was taken down by the shining beam of hope, that is light. While the sudden hope for light was there, the light was betrayed for darkness in another. This betrayal struck my heart, plunging it into darkness, void of all things good and true. I wanted hope again, I wanted light again. So long searching in the darkness revealed a glimmer of light. Darkness surrounded my heart but there was a hidden light, light that I vowed would shine brightly again. I'm not sure how it happened, I don't thing anyone will ever be sure. I was fighting the darkness, to save the hope of the light, I had to win or die trying. I'll never know if I won my personal battle, but I know light will win.
I'm falling in darkness, but a different kind of darkness.
It's dark, but I can still see.
I still know the light, I can feel it.
I no longer have the feeling of an ongoing battle,
Things just seem right.
Am I dead?
I think I found peace.
Light has won in the end.
Disclaimer- I don't own Sirius, or anything to do with Harry Potter. It's all J.K Rowling.