Before I could tell myself not to cry, it happened. My eyes began to pour out constant sorrow about things I knew I couldn't change. My mind seemed bogged, but clear. Everything seemed so wrong, but something in me knew it was my fault.
I stood thinking I could have stopped this, but I come up with nothing but a miserable existence that is my life. I seem to float between realms that hide in gusts of wind. My eyes are caught on one thing.....the willow. Standing tall under the mysterious sky, the willow hides many secrets. Lovers quarrel, mischief, and wrongdoings caught between branches showed how dark the work can be. My heart seems to quicken as soon as I see the cause of my pain. The inescapable truth was that, in some forms, I was a monster.
A monster hidden inside the dark part of the world, I stay untouched and unscathed. Part of me knows my place, but the other finds a constant battle that even I couldn't have predicated. I know my true fate. It lies under the demons of the underworld where hope and love get caught in the willow, while the body gets dragged down under the ground. The willow can be seen as a sort of limbo, but to me, it's a constant reminder of how lost I was, and how far gone my soul seemed to be.
There hidden inside the willow was a body. A young girl seemed to be hanging effortlessly between a branch and a strand of everlasting brush. She looked surprised but all knowing as if this was her true resting place. It would seem that this girl would be a stranger to me, but I know her. Under her blood stained locks, came about a porcelain face which seemed to hold all of the innocence in the world. A face where God left an pure print of his plan for all of humanity. Her eyes weren't the window to the soul but a gate to heavens light. I was the exact the opposite.
It could be said that I am the epitome of evil. Lucifer took a liking to me and graced me with a beautiful wickedness that very few understand. They couldn't be more right. Knowing my true intentions for the world isn't something that could be evaluated. I truly don't have a everlasting wish for the destruction of mankind, but I long for the day when I am no longer the shadow of a truth no longer accepted.
You see, the young girl inside the willow is my sister. Her death was my fault. Knowing this, it is predictable the whole story needs to be unraveled. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I will tell you the story of a broken heart, a busted betrayal, and a beautiful death.
"High above the valley below
Comes a tale told so old
A little girl in a bright yellow dress
Hung up high, her soul confess"
