Conflict around every corner, emotions of highness. Feelings of fleetingness, anger far within. Pushing onward, resisting what is reason, shouting her soul. Sadness of deepness, wings wishing in soaring. Times of yore, days of happiness. Hostility inside of a home, yet ventures of blissfulness. Floating in that endless darkness, crying eternally in bondage, pressing forward. That past steadily coming together, her path but a cloudy one. Forcing ahead through the deepest of mist, that endless blackness, malevolence grasping her. Hatred far inside, slowly surfacing. Reaching out, grabbing hold, shouting her soul.
Continuously devouring, embracing her gluttony. Hunger growing stronger, yearning for her deepest desire. Rage deep within, that wrath unleashing upon her enemies. Constantly extending, crushing down her foes. Within it, blissfulness of gentleness existing. Jealousy she is feeling, enviousness of others, helplessness of an individual. Wanting that faintest light, desiring times so long ago. Worldly desires, lusting after her days of pleasantry. Sorrow flowing out, a nightmare of eternity, forever reaching. Floating in that endless blackness, four of the seven sins clashing inside of her. Wondering of the distance, a way in ending the cycle. Pushing onward, this of her path, that smallest of light guiding her direction.
Opposing the rationality of others, holding onto the tiniest of chances. Never leaving pain, incomparable agony. Unwillingness in relenting, trying to maintain that heart of softness. Slowly opening her eyes, balancing on her right knee. Gazing around, that graveyard of familiarity. Coldness of the wind, malevolence surrounding her. Tiles of deterioration, trees dying. Differences within her arrival, that devil in awareness. Difficulty in breathing, strikingly chilling. Standing from the land, gathering her situation. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, attempting in locking onto this staggering energy.
"It feels all around me...I wonder..." She lowers her arms.
Treading within the farthest of abyss, shakily holding on. Tides of harshness, sinking even deeper. Sorrow of grandness, times so long ago leading her forward. Selfishness forcing onward, memories most tormenting. Incapability of resting, remaining in limbo. Continuously returning to the living, rising to the challenges. Facing her attention to the mouldy path, an icy trail paving ahead. Desires deeply burning, closing part of her past. Ultima on its way, another trial in overcoming. Willing in trampling others, taking what is of necessity, that heart forcing forward. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a curse of an existence. Those of differing worlds, bliss in the presence of the other. Two realms once together, now apart.
Reprehensibility of closeness, yet for a moment of a possibility. Traveling deeper into the endless darkness, holding onto who she is, that heart of softness forever remaining inside. Following the trail of iciness, finding herself at an intersection. A breaking point of familiarity, diverging paths. Struggling of deepness, emotions inside of a lock. Words never reaching, two walking away from the other. Yearning for an alternative, gaining an answer. Refusing in staying, facing actuality. Smallness of the chances, a possibility in making those dreams a reality. Her vision on her path to the left, that familiar gate. Slightly of openness, malevolence escaping. The time not of rightness, that mysterious entity almost catching her. Turning away, ignoring the calls of temptation.
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Times of yore, feelings once roaming in the endless wind. Soaring vast distances, pleasantry so long ago. Falling below, unable in ascending. Suffering throughout the years, inability in gaining assistance. Hatred far within, desperation at hand. Yearning for the sky, death of her solution. Returning for her own, failure of equivalence. Carrying those experiences, making her way down a certain path. That gate leading to her fondest memories, answers of requirement, her mother holding such. A child of mystery saving her, wishing in meeting them. Suspiciousness of the identity, ease if it is true.
Experiences of horridness, holding one of closeness. That faintest light within her own, wishing for a life of betterment for her daughter. Trapping in a life of terribleness, wings chaining down. A soul unable in soaring, hatred towards a certain one. A loss so long ago, power inside of a seal. Breaking free after numerous years, unleashing that force. Destroying a knight, trying to save her own. Memories constantly with her, a wrong of greatness. Making her way down the path, gazing up into that floating orb. Strife of deepness from its presence, a night of eternity, nightmares becoming an actuality. Endless sorrows continuously breaking through. Even if she is the night itself, it does not mean it is hopeless.
One constantly holding onto the faintest light, treading down a path of loneliness. Drowning in her despair, tides of harshness. Seeking times of yore, opposing the reason of others. An enemy to those of highness, making her stand once more. One once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Standing before the gate, her eyes of gentleness upon it. Conflicting emotions within her, such of fineness. Accepting her path, those feelings, everyone making their own way forward. Even if she becomes the enemy of the Nine Worlds, then this is okay.
A desire of simpleness, countless capable of feeling such. Numerous impeding her path, that will in forcing onward. Everyone having their own dream, their own wish. Pushing forward, fighting in making it into a reality. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, meeting the challenges at hand. That voice no longer willing in staying silent, shouting her soul. Extending her hands, pushing open the gate. That energy of warmness passing through, wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. Relishing in it for a moment, those eyes of crimson soon looking ahead. Moving onward, heading deeper into the light, proceeding towards that place of most pleasure.
Wherever the future leads, then that is fine. This cursed night, the one that eternally haunts me, perhaps I have been denying it for much too long. An abomination, that is what I am, and I accept this. Even so, even if I must damn the Nine Worlds itself, all to achieve that desire of mine, then so be it. Still...no matter how far I tread in this endless despair, I shall remember who I am...that is what separates me from being a monster...