// The Terror//
The terror of the end, faces me sword unsheathed though my first foe for I to be defeated even before the fight starts. To befallen by my own weakness,to step into the hole of my own self-pities realization, could a more pathetic tale be told. To see it whole all around you a ever fearsome storm yet unable to be moved as if the striking pain of fear took hold of your limbs and fingers prying your eyes open to never ending torment.
The terror of knowing every drop of strength in you is nothing,nothing but a drop of rain in the endless storm. Knowing every bit of your desire full of true good intention left dry in the sand, your own good will choking you away. Knowing every bit of love selfish or not, to always be out of your grasp no matter how hard your weep, no matter how hard you toss your strength with all you have only to topple under your own heavy heavyhearted weight.
The terror of knowing what you truly are as you look at your hands and what they have accomplished, to look at your heart and what you are left to feel, to look deep within your soul and know what is left. Nothing…absolutely nothing but bitter cold, nothing but sadness, nothing but the ashes of wood once your fuel, but now all but yourself to burn away as your fuel. Too feel your determination fade, to feel your strength fall apart, and to walk into an abyss of no return.
The terror when you walk into the honeytrap of hope, forever treading deeper into the darkness. To allow hope as your Mistress, one not so kind to fulfill your hearts longing desire. The cavern full of voices forever echoing to themselves……if only……if only…..please…..please……I hope…………….I hope. Forever lost to the warped illusion of your strength once was held with such pride. Smiles, love, freedom stolen by hope.