Desperate Witness of a Risen Dead

CHAPTER XII

The moon was shattered, broken,
The sun was frozen, chapped
The light-blue color of the sky was wiped out, tossed away like the cover of a bed,
All the fields full of grass withered,
Every single hair of grass was turned into ashes,
Ashes,
Nothing more but ashes.
The forests that once upon a time used to bloom and flourish with joy and thankfulness
Now withered,
Dull trees of iron and stone
Groaning, creaking.
Everyday another tree was falling,
Falling down to ashes
Like the bone of an extinguished being
And everyday pieces of the moon were falling,
Falling on the ground,
They landed, broke and smashed on the lands of ashes
And hoisted huge walls of ash
Nothing in their passage could last,
Every tree, stone.. turned to memories when the wall came.
The moon was broken, shattered
And its pieces were falling, craked,
Like the heart of my beloved.
The sun was frozen, chapped,
Like the love between us replaced by hatred
Horrible demon of hatred
Cold and frozen like our hearts,
Like my heart,
Corrupted by anger,
Condemned to what it deserved.
Roaming, alone,
With chest torn,
My heart is gone
And I walk like if I’m not human anymore
With a smile of hatred
My eyes blank,
Blank and bloody,
Bloody tears
A deep hatred towards myself.
Between life and death I was broken
And I couldn’t control my feelings
I went crazy
And the world punished me
With the catastrophe I deserved.
Everything was gone,
She was gone,
I have no more light
To lit and warm my heart.
But actually still there was something,
A fiery sparkle came out from the cinder
Of that hollow soul
That empty space in his heart
A big fire was lit
And with its mighty power
It overwhelmed everything
In the world
From the forests of stone
To the demons of corruption
And the slimy sea of ash and coal.
That flame, the mighty Flame,
Its name was Love, the blessing of the sky of heaven,
The life breath of the Great Dragon of Fire
The scream and the powerful wing-beat of the immense Phoenix of Love and Life.
Such flame was blazing in the cavity of that hollow chest
My soul
Devoured by anger and sin,
Devoured by mistake and imperfection,
But still that fire was burning.
Such was the flame of redemption.
I was walking in the forests of stone everyday,
No energy, I was so weak and shattered,
I fell to the ground,
As if I fainted,
But with my sword I remember I have to keep fighting
And keep walking in the deep mazes of the harsh columns of iron.
Demons were running around me, from tree to tree,
Anger, destruction, envy, jealousness..
Everyone of them, all of those misleading beings whirling around everyone of their preys in that dark wood.
They were the ones who tricked me and made me hurt the person I was proud of, the person I loved the most, they were the ones who made me put my knife into her heart, they’re the ones who flashed into my mind and possessed my eyes when I stabbed her on her back.
The wrath of revenge was burning hard like the flames my soul deserved to burn in,
That flame kept burning lively and vigorous like the fury of a berserkir,
I took my heavy broadsword and with an immense effort I’ve slashed them all to half, with no mercy.
They all seemed to be dead, repressed, disappeared,
But they weren’t the last ones,
They would have returned.