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The Nile is Red
It is said that moonlight allows one to see angels. Perhaps this is true. I wouldn't know; I don't think I would be allowed to gaze on that which is supposed to be the most beautiful thing in the world. Blood, destruction, pain, death; these I have laid eyes on. If I saw an angel, it was one of clipped wings and crimson tears.
The moon is full. Unfortunately, this allows what is to be seen very clear to me. This river, this giver of life, is housing death tonight. I had watched the gorgeous form fall beneath the ripples, watched the rubies rise to spread along the surface. I did nothing to stop the fall of what I believe was an angel, for I was the one who caused it. Might I have tried to save them, I would have damned them forevermore.
Many have listened to me speak, listened to my reasons and what I was created to do, and thought me insane. Perhaps I am. Perhaps insanity is the one flaw of my being. It is likely. But it is said that the one who is insane is the one who has no doubt of his sanity. Maybe I am the exception. Maybe this is all for naught. Maybe I am all for naught.
It is likely. But I regress.
Many have told me that a demon lived within me. I have been to many places, churches and cathedrals, that were supposed to banish this dark spirit, this ethereal being that controled me and caused me to turn from the light. I don't believe they suceeded. If they had, it wouldn't burn to stare at the light. It wouldn't be hot to touch. And this darkness wouldn't be warm. I would be cold, unforgiving. Yet it seems as though the light were this instead.
Does the demon still reside within me? Or can it not be banished? It is said that darkness cannot be destroyed, after all. Or perhaps the demon may not be banished because it is a part of me. Maybe I am the demon that haunts my dreams and mocks my wishes. It is a thought I wish not to dwell on, if I were completely truthful. Yet it is one I think on constantly.
What does that say about me?
I look around myself, and reflect upon how gorgeous Egypt truly was. The Nile, still stained with the blood of an innocent, glimmered colbalt and crimson and silver before me. The sky was midnight blue, stars bright and moon glowing. The waves of gold blew around me, leaving tiny sprinkles of it over my feet. I look down. It matches my bands. Humourous. My eyes raise to the moon once again, the desert's cold air whipping my hair into my eyes.
Matches the sand.
My turban flapped around my legs briefly, my arms raising to wrap around my chest. I am tired. Very tired. I just want to sleep.
Than sleep...
Yes...I should sleep...right here...
Just sleep, Little One...I'll take care of you...just like I did before...
I smile as I sit in the wonderfully warm sands. My eyes drift shut.
I'll take care of you...just like always...
I sleep...and dream of the Nile...stained with red...
Just like tonight...
My demon enjoys it when the Nile is red.
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Erm...I had an overwhelming urge to do a Malik-centric fic, and this became of it...Yeah...
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