A Warlocks Spell
Why do their eyes look like that?
So many things spiralling in them
Is it sadness?
Are they happy?
No that couldn’t be, could it?
They look on with such a serious expression
But those eyes
They are not here nor there
Looking past and seeing everything
But there's nothing there
Such inquisition? Or is it desperation?
Melancholy? That could be it…
But what would cause such a wondrous creature's eyes to shine as such?
Wait, what is it? Who could it be?
I can’t remember what was happening
Why can they see me?
Its looking right at me….I don’t know what to do
Oh, oh no…it was me? But what happened?
The pain hits and the look sets in, I realise what the expression was
I accepted death and saw myself
There was ease in the darkness
Yet I was sad to let the fight go
But I can now hear, the roars of a battle not close to being finished
Is it beast or man that are warring? Ancient, current, future?
Does it even matter….the land will reek of death either way
No, the sadness, desperation, hate, fear it wasn’t for leaving
It's knowing I’m not stopping, not resting yet
I can’t remember the body I’m in and it’s on the edge of breaking in two
I heave my limbs, my body upward
A burst fill my chest and the ground shakes
The roars change to screeching wails
Few attempt a charge only to be left in piles of armour as the waves quake through them
I have no idea what I’m doing, the only thought I have is to stop it all
End the killing and the fighting
I’m not sure if this is how I can stop it
Those fleeing are not being harmed so I can’t bring myself to stop
I don’t recognize my enemies
Only their hate, they knew me?
How? Why can’t I remember?
Another rack of pain slithers through me
Low at first then strikes hard
I don’t have much time
Goodbye to this place, it might have been beautiful
There’s trees in the distance, mountains I think too
I feel an old urge to run through those trees but…
…That’s not going to happen
I push into the feeling in my chest
That burst pulses and grows till I feel it through my whole body
Its like the gods of old blessed me? But what gods are those?
I can’t remember but somethings about to happen
Everything sinks in deep, like it all pulled back and reared up
Then as all that energy expanded and lept to those attacking
It took parts of me with it
And its that moment all over again….I’m looking at myself, not understanding but living it again and again, over and over. What is this hell?
Its not the same but it is the same
Every moment filled with an odd familiarity
Then they were there….I think its a friend, their screaming my name but
I’m already about to explode and take out the whole battle field
With them in it…
No
No
NO
…
The warlock found that self sacrifice can only hurt so much, even when they know their subject already wishes for death but knows it will never be granted. They took it to another level by making me watch as I killed friends I couldn’t remember, were they real or just fabricated is all part of the warlocks game. Or at least I think it's the warlock. I remember a fight or something that seems so long ago now but it was before all this….or its just the afterlife and our gods are spiteful creatures damning us for our humanity…it’s all so muddled.
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