CONCEPTION 11/2015

I remember crossing over into a different Realm.

I remember seeing it so clearly. A black box moving in the distance.

I knew I must have it— my very Sanity depended upon it.

So I asked, “What will I have to give to obtain it?”

It entered into my Mind and Spoke, “You will See your Death.”

And I saw them.

Ripping and Tearing at my Veins with their strong sharp Claws, and powerful Jaws.

All around me Cries of Pain and the stench of 100 year old rotting corpses.

The pulling apart of my limbs by way of sheer force. The weight of my intestines straining my insides toward the Muck. The paralyzing Cold of the sharp piercing Stone beneath me, cutting me at the slightest movement.

Crunching and Crackling sounds of an unbearable Symphony fill my drums with great torture.

I float away into the Nothing.

I see what I have done.

I understand what I must do.

I no longer belong here. I no longer exist.

I will leave a part of my Essence behind in the hopes that you will find your way, but with far less pain.

TEKOLS



We arrived together. 

We have survived life until this point.

We traveled many different paths to arrive here.

Sometimes we traveled together. At other times; we had to brave the darkness on our own.

Nevertheless; by grace, we made it.

Without hesitation, the great mystical gates began to open.

The light that shone was so bright that everyone was forced to look away.

A monstrous roar, full of force and power and truth, knocked us to our backsides.

Many had fallen through the holes created by the vibrations and gusts.

Passing slightly through the gargantuan opening, It came to us!

It spoke aggressively,

“TekoLS, the price of entry into this Holy place must be earned. Your final task is now!

Strike down those you deem unworthy to enter the gates.”

It was all so sudden.

I was instantly transformed into a perfect specimen. I was fit. And strong.

I could feel the blessings flowing inside.

My eyes were like flames. My wings were sharp and of the darkest black I have ever witnessed.

I could feel an insatiable thirst to cause great pain and suffering by way of slaughter.

The voice spoke again, only darker and more sinister, “SLAY THEM NOW, TEKOLS!

A moment longer and you will be denied entry!

You have been chosen. Fulfill your duty! 

Kill them! Destroy them!

The undeserving must not enter!”

I slew them not.

I turned my power upon the great entity blocking the large opening.

I let out a battle cry that had never been heard by my own human ears.

I ran toward the great Entity.

I became a flaming bush of fire and smashed head-on with the entity…and then…

There was silence.

Until…

I heard the Angels singing a warm song.

My wings had become the purest of white.

The people had all gone.

Alone,

I stood at the Gates.