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Priorities..

When in doubt hid in the darkest corner of your soul and ask for help. The answers are there.

It hated from the very beginning.

All that moved..that had a sweet scent of life in it..an aura of an abstract emotion. It once was like us..like you..like me..like our parents..like the people you see walking down the street with a smile on their faces.

Once..it was happy. It had everything. It had so much that was beyond its comprehension what to do with that huge list of  blessings. It had everything..it needed nothing.

It failed. It desired death. It waited a long time to die..but in vain. Death wouldn’t come so easily.

tumblr_m969ig2fA11qdmo8io1_500Then..out of nowhere a crystal sphere landed near it. The color and the inner and intimate lightness of this new apparition returned a mystifying fascination. A doze of sparkly brightness like a piece of a Heaven’s cloud.

It played with the sphere constantly. Nothing else mattered but these silly non-pausable games.

Day and night..night and day..from dusk til dawn..from midnight to early morning.

Months and years passed by leaving behind nothing but faded shades of happiness.

After all this time it started to get bored…

Confused..unfocused..it threw the sphere into a lake with boiling dark water. The sphere started to melt..slowly..very slowly.

Each day it would visit that place to see the denatured state of its sphere.

“The sphere is not gone yet. Better come back tomorrow”..it said to itself.

Notes of grievousness that were secluded in its mind. But it was no longer interested in the sphere. The sooner the sphere vanished..the better.

“The sphere is not gone yet. Better come back tomorrow” was repeated each day. The sphere was still visible.

It wanted to get back the time it had playing with the sphere. But it knew that wouldn’t come true unless it believed.

Month after month he waited for the sphere to corrode and end its existence.

In the end it happened. It was free.

But freedom has parts that are not comprehensible…

Right now..it passed by the lake to remind of the glorious memories with the sphere. It misses the sphere now.

The sphere is gone.

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Nocturne

Venture forth, if you dare, into the dark heart of Transylvania, where creatures of the night lurk in the shadows. Inspired by Bram Stoker’s classic Dracula, this musical opus truly embodies the mysterious land of vampires, witches and werewolves. The seductive and sinister sounds range from haunting piano, violin and harpsichord melodies to creepy pipe organs and tolling bells. Wailing spirits lend their ghostly voices to several tracks while gothic choirs soar to unearthly crescendos. Sinister voices echo from the crypt as vampires beckon you further into their lair. Witches tell tales of dark things that prowl the night, wolves howl beneath the full moon, bats screech and flutter, and stone guardians warn unwary trespassers to beware.

Song: Nocturne (Track 13)
Band: Nox Arcana
Album: Transylvania

Spark

In their eyes there is this ancient secret of immortality.

In their voices there is this terrible feeling of hunger.

In their blood there is this horrific song of hatred. They’ve been cursed never to forget..independently never to forgive. Always hunting..never resting..always searching..never finding..

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All Gone

The lovely night has come. All quiet…peaceful..just like a grave after being dug, just like a memory of a soul that once flew within the fog. All quiet…too quiet for this hour.
The stains of blood have been washed by this ridiculous rain. The screams are now an old forgotten melody. The struggle..the despair..the sighs..all gone.

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