Saturday, July 18, 2009

Dark Haven

The earth vibrates. I hold my breath in, and walk ahead. It's a beautiful country. White as pureness. Yet there's the blackness, right from the deepest corners of hell, the darkest secrets of death.
I walk. The road is straight. Long.. so long it runs till infinity. Dark, such that it blinds you. And yet there's an end to the road. The bosom of darkness. The place where angels live. Angels of darkness. Dark angels. I walk to them, and they captivate me. I don't see them. I feel them. I hear them. Their whispers, so silent, so loud. Louder and louder. Quieter and quieter. They chant now. Bold, yet soft. Beautiful chants that steal you. They steal you away from this road, away from this planet, away from this universe. Off to darkness, off to silence. That's where they take you. Those beautiful chants.
My mind rushes back now, exhilarated by the thought. The road is there, long and dark. And there at the end loom the dark angels. I walk...
I hear whispers behind me. Silent, yet loud. They're far, but getting closer. I walk. I estimates the number of steps left for me to turn from this road. From this dark road, where people have thoughts like mine. Thoughts such that no one walks beside me. It's me. And the darkness. Silence always prevails.
Three hundred steps, and I will turn... The whispers get louder, and the number gets softer. Smaller. .. Eighty seven steps, and the whispers crawl down the road. They crawl up my neck, up my head. I run. I run for the relief, for my turn...
Thirteen steps, and the whispers stop. My mind is confused...
I walk, till there remain seven. I turn. The whispers spring up, turning slowly into chants. Bold, yet soft. Beautiful as the silence they spring from, yet dark as their utterers. The chants swirl around me. They capture the air, my head, my thoughts. They scream at me. I walk on their way. The way to darkness. The haven for dark angels. I walk. It angers them. They swirl around me, chanting, louder and louder. A sharp stab, and the chants flow in me... the chants.. the darkness... the silence.... And i see dark angels...
I smile... and the chants go on...

1 comment:

  1. Satty, you estimate. You don't estimates.
    :P
    One of your naive attempts. No offense, though.

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