Today I found out that my blog is one year old. I set it up back in November 2010 and since then it has grown in audience and I am extremely pleased to see that it still goes. When I began I never thought that it would survive – nothing I ever set up does to be honest. I have proven my own doubts wrong!
Happy Blogday to me!
This is another flash – I seem to be getting more regular again with these things hehe.
Fiery death rains down upon the soul. One figure stands alone against many tainted beings. The sword in his holy grip tightens, his eyes flare, his soul ignites. A sea of rage ebbs within. His sword swings; a wide arc it travels. Blood spurts, splatters and sprays with careless precision. The stains of a life now lost are shrugged off… forgotten.
Storm clouds loom, ready to soak the land with a torrential emotion. The skies creak and split open slowly. Thor’s fury splinters the air in two and strikes the earth without resistance. Keep on going… must not relent.
A fire brews from within. The heated essence whips from one side to the other. The battlefield is laden with rag dolls – once were they animated. Blades strewn in the mud and blood. He stands alone regardless. He soldiers on with might. He vanquishes without hesitation.
Where does it all come from? Who is he? What is he? What is he fighting for? Why is he compelled to murder these strangers… this army? Does he know why? Does anyone?
Feelings do not come into it. Death is everything. Life is conditional. He fights for the unknown. His sword coloured with deathly rust – dripping rhythmically to the floor. Tears of anguish part the dirt. Shaking limbs vibrate the ground. Piercing eyes overlook the horde of corpses. The scythe looms in a wide swipe and a bony hand raises the condemned souls from their shackles.
His glowing crimson eyes glance at the solitary warrior – a guardian. His jaw moves in a motion of thanks. The warrior plunges his sword into the ground. This was all for a perverse lust. How could he carry on? How could he justify all of this? How?
He could not…
Installment number 8:
Did I ever tell you how much happiness you brought me? I tried to show it as best I could.
Did I bring you enough happiness? Plenty of smiles and laughter? I can see in your eyes that I did.
I looked after you, protected you just like I wanted to. I fought off your enemies and helped you wipe those tears away and turn them into smiles. You did the same for me.
Remember those rainy days we went for walks in? You were soaked to the skin but we dried off back home with some towels.
What about those snowy days? You loved to take pictures of it all, of me rolling around making angels, of the frozen brook, of your boyfriend with a snowball in his face. Those days I know you’ll treasure.
I’ve been through so much and you were always there right next to me… all of you. I know that I did the same for you all when you were feeling the strain of life. I cuddled up to you… I didn’t like to see any of you cry.
I can rest knowing that the happiness I brought you was better than anything else I could have done for you. You can rest easy… I will always remember your smiles.
I can go to sleep now; no more pain. I loved each and every one of you and I always will.
I have been your companion for so long and it’s all I ever wanted. Please don’t be upset over me – I will see you all again and we can go for as many walks as we want… in any weather. I hope it’s the snow!
It isn’t goodbye, it’s only farewell for now.
I love you.