Friday, November 12, 2010
She walked in the door. A lifetime of memories was in this room. Heels clacked on hard wood as she simply passed the shadowy perch. Weak, lost in a moment, peripheral vision failed her. A sinister extremity of shadow goo brushed her bare arm. Tears welling in her eyes came a whimper.
With that brush of an arm the combative dance of dark and light began. As if a fly had hitched a ride, she shooed her arm. From the shadows came the ominous glow of evil, the wickedness had hit its mark.
A drooling, oozing lump of treachery laughed from within the darkness. Its simple brush would soon take hold. Silhouettes, darkness and listlessness like a cancer they would spread. Through the window he crept back out.
She stood in vastness. Memories began fading one by one. Something was just not right. A minuscule ray of knowledge and no weapon for the spreading ooze of shadows. Paralyzed was now her stance.
The shadow goo was upon her. A dark drape of murkiness covered up the light. There on the shroud, like a big screen of wickedness, played the chasms of her personal goo. Images meant to torment, a beat down of the soul. Her persona was merely a shell.
The shadow goo was smart. Disguised with just a smile. Her happiness an eerie mask meant to project the goodness of the light. Her heart it did beat of solitude, kind words brought only despair. From the corner of her smile, behind the eerie mask, one single tear began to fall.
The shadow goo took pity. “How had this single tear escaped?” arrogantly it asked. Under the murky vale, with a deformed yellow, sibilance of an eye, it did peak. But to peak, the shroud must first be lifted.
With the ease of angel hands, shadow goo pulled back the shroud, its ego now challenging the light. Roars of sinister chuckling spewed forth and defiance teased the light. From the darken drool came a gooey choke, “This one is mine, you can not save her.”
The light it stayed mute. Blocked out the sinister chuckles, combated defiance by standing firm within the room. Light met the eyes of evil, called out the gooey one. Then before that single tear could fall, pierced the murky shroud.
She awoke in daylight, no worse for wear. Her soul it did tremble as dust floated upon the light. Her heart spoke of a battle, one won by the speed of light and she smiled. A mere mask no more.
The message from the light…
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