by New_Morning » July 26th, 2010, 6:49 pm
The color that invades my mind is a lovely shade of decaying purple,
To you, that is, it just appears so,
To me, I have found the beauty in its cancer,
For that purple is the last leg of the second element.
Of the first element resides hope,
Whom is a dear friend of mine,
Hope is what birthed me, and thrust me forth,
Forcing me to stumble into the lightless canals of my inner hedge maze.
My dear friend violently threw me down the cellar steps,
And locked the passage behind me,
So that I would have no excuses,
No means of returning, going home, relenting.
Hope was a terrible b***h to me,
And hope was what picked me up,
What dusted off my freshly broken shoulder,
And what pressed me on into the cage of intellectual distraught.
Hope was colored grey,
Grey as a Norseman's eyes casting towards the fjords,
When the only comfort available to you is this,
The slap in the face of a pretty little deceit, dressed in January grey.
What are you left with at the bottom of the cellar steps,
With a pain of emotion molded into the physical?
You are left with some aches and this beautiful object of stone,
A new friend for me, he goes by Faith.
Faith is a strange, little phantom of the shade purple,
And he took a pair of scissors,
Held them firmly in his rocky hands,
And plunged them into my delicate eyes.
The right eye first, and then the left,
And faith took my gored eyes,
And he devoured them,
And he locked them away, far away in his stomach cell.
Then he turned the cellar lights on and laughed,
And I laughed right along side of him,
So hard did I laugh that I would have cried,
But remember, dear reader, my tears left with my eyes.
So from there on I know not,
I know not what happened,
For faith and I laughed and he took my hand and we laughed,
And we laughed all the way through Hades.
Did I fail to mention it was a bitter laugh?
Oh, the coldest laugh you've ever felt.
Had you seen the laugh, you would have vomited,
And it is why I was thankful that my eyes were dead.
So faith and I walked those six months,
Hand and hand as if worst enemies,
Until the finale of the dark cavern of disillusion.
It was there that the purple let go, and my new friend began to fade.
It is now that something touches me,
Not faith, who is but a decaying purple,
No, this new element is my gift,
The truest and greatest friend of them all.
Now you shall join me, dear reader,
And you will join me in what happens next,
For this is the greatest event of my journey,
The one that will set it all aright.
After the torture that I have endured these last six months,
I have arrived in the presence of the greatest friend of all,
So perfect in all that the third element does,
He speaks, softly, to me now, his name.
Love,
And with that my eyes are grown again,
And with that Hope and Faith are now, right now, given new life,
And with that my cell in Jericho comes uh tumbling down.
The maze turn into the path,
The unnecessary hedges cut down,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
And He is an ocean named Love.
Hope and Faith now bathed in white,
And Love is drowning us,
Drowning Hope and Faith and I,
And giving us breath.
So, what do you think of the third element?
Do you feel the scars and broken shoulder that accosted me?
Do you see my dead eyes?
Do you feel the nauseating laughter?
No, dear reader, for Love gave me something new,
New eyes, new shoulder, new laughter, new life.
And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, And Love,
But the greatest of these is Love.
EDIT: fixed a few little things.
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New_Morning on July 28th, 2010, 2:47 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Hope. Faith. Love. <3
