A legless, soulless
doll
lies at the end of the tunnel.
This is not the light you
expected.
A doll which made mankind
and which mankind uses
to
make dolls of their own.
I find myself as I dig through
the
walls at the end of the tunnel.
I am not the light I expected.
A
faceless black form mimics my own.
Shadows fall; that is to be
expected.
A sky of red seen by eyes of red.
That is not the
answer I am seeking.
Eyes of red hidden behind glass of red.
Could this be the piece I am missing?
Time stands still on a
plot of land
with no intended purpose.
None of this was what
we expected.
Water the land.
Rushing water and air.
The
color blue reflected in glass of red.
It cannot be seen.
It
cannot be seen.
Who are you?
A question you cannot answer,
for
it cannot be seen.
Glass: created from fire.
Fire:
devourer of life.
Life singed by the flames.
Blood: the
sustenance of a life.
Nothing is rising from his feet of clay
except
all of his dreams and all of the
ideals of man.
The
Son of Man, the Daughter of Lilith.
Lilith: not to be regarded as
one of mankind.
Angels: Inhuman.
Justification for their
destruction?
Red glass reflects blood.
The reflection...
it
cannot be seen.
From this angle...
From any angle...
The
definition of "why" is a question of its own.
"Is" is a
word which defines all there is to be.
"Be" is what is done
by all that is.
The orchid.
The rose.
A field of
flowers...
A plain of grass...
The blades are all
identical,
and the blades are numerous,
but to remove one would
be to change the whole.
Echoes live on inside the doll.
Soul
doll.
Sew up the soul doll.
