The sound of music played like the souls of lovers;
A beat of a million persons so blended together
In a point of harmony.
Though there were many different people
that danced to their own beats
they all moved together as one.
But I noticed that there were two
who danced a different dance
than those around them.
Like the moon and sun of old tales
I watched as they held each other close
Conversing with silence and love.
It was like a single lit candle
in a room of darkness that shone
brigher than the beautiful jewels on Earth.
They were unified in a moment so impossible
it became a miracle.
While I watched
this preciousness of human kind
I felt as if I were intruding
on a scen that should never be seen
by the likes of me.
Me,
a being older than time and light
was low and untouchable
compared to the raw and cherished moments
of a human.
I,
the apalling monster that the darkness spit out
was inferior to these creatures
who surpassed me
with their immaturity.
Slowly,
I pulled a cloak of shadows closer to me
keeping me hidden from the eyes
of those who chose not to see.
I knew,
deep down,
that these echos of the past
had died and left this world
but they lived on through the different song
that lasted through time and space,
to live forever
until darkness ate it as well.
Then
the hope of all normalicy
would be dead and gone,
and, I too,
will become the echo of
an old,
forgotten
time.
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The Last Beat of Death
PoesíaDeath may be an unbeatable being, but he too knows that his time will come to end, but not in the great and wondrous way that humans would. Unlike Death, they love, hate, hope, and feel all these emotions and precious moments that he never will, and...
