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Stare into the sky, hold your breath and try to recall.
Every memory that makes cry.
In a sense, you've not forgotten, merely misplaced
Not wanting the little things to bring you disgrace.
So you lock them away, in a bottle of some sort
Cast them into the vast sea of your yore.
You then lose all knowledge, that you once were so aware
But you favor to not chase after them, you do not dare.
So savor the memory of the present and past,
for your future may lie in a desolate existance.
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You compared us to Gods my dear sister? I don't believe we have achieved that level of power yet. It is true, there are none below us who can stand against us, without our light or darkness peircing the mist and allowing them to come to us. They are gods themselves, or does the ant not consider those that tower above it gods? We are only gods to those who are below us, but the question remains, What lies beyond. That, my lover, my queen, my slave, my twin. That is the gods that we serve. For we are still servants of Fate. True, we have rose above fate, and we manipulate it. We step into the stream of Fate in order to cast a boulder in the river and change it's course. Destiny is what we decide for whom when we choose. But, is there a higher fate we don't know about that calls us still onward? We may never know what lies beyond us, because we are blinded by our Own Godhood. The unfettered Chains that constrain them we know of, we know how to break, but are there as of yet still chains about us? Chains of a making we are unfamiliar with, that conspire with a higher fate to cause us to still do the bidding of others, without our realizing it? These are the questions we still must seek to answer.
Many are born, many die, there dreams unfathonable in the everlasting abyss that is their life. They are born into light, live in light and shadow, then eventually return to the shadow, as all things must. With that said, you, my dearest, sweetest angel of death, will get bored of the life of goodness, and return as all mortals must, into the lives of shadows. The cycle will never end, unless, we decide to end it, to see if there is a greater challenge yet to face us if we are to choose to pass from this world. Have you ever considered what it would mean if we were to die? Fate is no longer our master, We believe we serve no one, the dead are your domain, the living are mine, and of the two, you have a larger domain, but where do the Ancient Rulers go when they die, and where do the eternals go? Where do the dead go when they die while dead? Alas, this leads me to believe there is more to this life than we know, and that we still serve one higher. As the light serves the shadow and the shadow serves the light, both must serve time, for there is a time for darkness and a time for light.
Your time for light has come, my time for darkness is nigh. You say this child of yours possess all that was good about you? then it's light is already fading, for your heart was as black as the void from which I came dearest heart, and all light comes from the heart. That is what I loved about you. I shall become the doctor turned murderer and learn to kill the light with the force I know little about. Darkness.
A doll you say? Quite the little Angel. Let her be presented unto me, and we will see if her angelics are as sweet as you believe them to be.
Ah, to watch dreams come and go. We have done that many times, Sister, Lover, Friend. Centuries old, Centuries Young, Eternal, Always having been here, Will always be here, Have never been here. We are what once was, what will be, and what cannot exist. Eternity is a burden, as you know. And how many dreams have we seen fade into oblivion? How many have we seen completed? Only ours child. Our dream of being together, with or without the constraints of society. We dreamed it, and we were strong enough to make it happen.
But alas, Most are not strong enough to break off the unfettered chains of fate as we have. Most choose to submerge into the mist. We chose to BE the mist. We chose to control the lives and dreams of a society, of an age. Now, we idly sit by and watch the dreams fade. We laugh at them, because we aren't them. What if we decided to break the bonds of someone else? what if we broke there chains and let them live in their dream as we live in ours. The world is what we wish to make it. Could the world Stand a third one like us? I doubt it. But I am rambling now love. I send my love to our Son.
I already have your myspace, I just have never gotten around to finding you on there again.
It would be good if you gave me your yahoo, then we could talk more.
And me, be good? My characters were generally goody two shoes, but this time I am trying something a bit darker, but it is still fun when I do it.
Yes, it's been forever since we talked last.
Don't destroy to many hopes and dreams love, because all will fade into the mist eventually, with or without our help.
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