The Tell Tale Heart - re-imagined -

The Lantern

THE LANTERN's POV

Flickering, my light —my being— fade in and out of existence as I am smothered and deprived of my life force and friend — to dim the brightness I bring to the world— once again being warped and twisted to suit the damsel, she holds me precariously in her grasp as I gently sway to the motion of her footsteps. We had become very well aquatinted as of late, the damsel comes to me in an almost routine like manner — suspicious you could call it— I take no heed to the suspicious manner in which she watches over the old man, she is my friend, I live to serve the damsel she is my creator and destroyer.

I was once unused and forgotten, my hinges rusty and bent —I had brought light and warmth to the world little by little, time again and again. 

she had found me hidden in a dark crevice of the poisoned mansion and brought me to life once again, fulfilling my purpose in this world, what I was crafted for, I was created to be the caretaker of the flame. 

My light bounced around inside my confined panels which separated my warmth from the cold desolate night, bouncing from wall to wall at speeds not perceivable to the naked eye, slowly — oh so cautiously— my latch was opened and freed from their restraints as a tiny glow of my warmth seeped out into the room and once again laid over the old mans eye strategically, Every rendezvous with the damsel seemed to be maliciously planned —and cautious— as if one sudden movement or screech on my part — would upset my creator and saviour mayhap even loose her in the darkness and this I could not live with.