He lay down to rest one final and last time. A pain within his heat and mind, an ache for more that would never be answered. A life not his but drive for him. A failure, forever. He would shut his eyes to not be opened ever again. He had done nothing, been nothing, seen nothing. He did not care. If all that was known was darkness what more could he share?
And life was flushed out, and darkness brought in. The nightmare was ended, now the dream could begin.
~*~
All to be done was done. All to be seen was seen. All she could have been she had been. It was time to let go.
If death would not have her, a rejection as she was, she could bring upon darkness and light shadows from above. She could pass on the dreams of the ones she did love. She could care, so she would not longer have to always trudge through despair. Darkness was all that was left to make way for the light that could save all the rest.
She did shut her eyes that very day, and the sun did set, but was not risen again. There was no longer forever the pain, to bring down the hearts of all and keep them at the ground. Celestia had drawn the final breath from the world in which she rose above the rest. She now knew all, but nothing. The answer to a question never to be know.
~*~
Chains had been lifted, development begun. The silk that was a life had begun to be spun. She would rise to her greatness with the shadows cast down from above now lifted so freely she could soar. And like an eagle she did, grabbing greatness by the horns, and bringing to submission what was hers to rule.
Her life was now hers and night did now reign. The torch had been passed, the time had began. A child for ever, no more. A ruler fair and was. Much had been learned, and much more there was still. Nothing could stop the train which was life for sometimes light must make way for the darkness.
~*~
When ages have been reached and mortality breached, it is time to let go and let the universe take its course. When old life is finished may new life begin and all that is darkness rise forth and be born.
And sometimes through the darkness
Open your eyes dear child of Earth,
And descend into the nightmare that is your life
He opened his eyes and plummeted from the warm embrace of the darkness he had clung to into the harsh reality around him. There was nothing now to hold onto, nothing to love, nothing dear. There was nothing he knew but the dark world around him, and maybe there really was nothing more.
He would force himself up, then force himself forward. He would force himself down in the night with nothing learned or contributed. He was pointless. A conundrum to a world that would be better without him. He could be dead, and he wouldn't really mind, but that was not of his nature. He would live on for far too long, until he was forever put to rest upon the one unknown he was sure to face. This was what he knew would happen and he made no move to change his fait.
All that he was sure of was his death, yet it was also what he was unknown. He could not exactly pinpoint what was to happen next in his life, but he knew for sure he was to die at some point. He could predict what the certain events in his life were to be like, although his death would be a descent into something he was blind to. Something he had long since closed his mind to. He had no knowledge of what awaited him, although it was probably darkness.
~*~
Princess Celestia. That is what they called her. They loved her and cared for her, whether she deserved it or not. She knew almost all. She was nearly a god. There was one thing her subjects would know, but not she.
What was it to leave the universe itself? To cease in existence and make way for others to pass you by on their rise, then meet you again once they fall?
She was not meant to be. A mortal at heart, who would forever exist. The system of the universe had been corroded deeply by her, and she was so very sorry for making it so. She should have left long, long ago. She should have been gone, for others to take the show. To pass on the torch. To make room for others. To be or not to be. To see or not to see. The universe did change, so shouldn't she too? She had nothing to learn, and could no longer grow. She had nothing to earn, and for rest she did yearn.
All she would ever be is all she was now. She would have to bring peace upon herself, but how. If nothing is to gain and all is to lose, what is so wrong with losing for once?
~*~
Ever present, but not always there. Always somewhere, but not all places. How could she be more? How was she still less?
What could she learn? What was there to forget? Ever-present sadness, a heart full of regret. How could she have eternity behind her, yet still allow darkness to bind her. She could not see past the veil that did blind her, from the light of the life that she was withheld from, and the world that could be hers if she only had one to lean on. Had time forgotten, had the world gone past? What was left but stones for one in a house of glass?
As the moon rises the sun sets and an old way is put to rest. As an era dead lives on forever never can the two exist together.
