Waiting for the sun -teaser-

The earth did not receive the body. Heaven did not receive the soul. And this world… this world did not take me in as its own or as its ally. No matter…

My mind is weary. Time and time again I try to gain insight to the things around me, yet this world moves to fast for me.
My body is tired. As a soldier who walks an empty battlefield, done with the bloodshed around him, I walk this world, done with its ways. I’m too tired to go on
My heart? I have no heart. All that was love or humanity inside me has withered away into nothing but a memory of warmer days. Days when the sun still shined upon me, and when it’s heat still gracefully soothed my skin.

It was one month ago that it happened yet I seemed so much younger then. I was untested by the world around me, and fate had not yet shown me the cruelty of the men in my mists. Yes I was a boy then, living in the false idea that the man inside me could handle any trial or tribulation which came my way. It was evening time and I was in the company my dear friend Aveon when we heard a knock upon the door. Aveon insisted I stay seated as answered the door. That was when I first caught sight of this man. He wore the clothes of a gentlemen or noblemen. His hair was kept well, long and black, tightly combed behind him. He slouched over and hung his head low. But his appearance did not match his disposition. He looked diseased or unstable. And his eyes… he had eyes which looked as though they had seen the malice of hell. Eyes which could stop a cavalry of horsemen with a single glance. Yet within these eyes I saw madness. Perhaps Aveon saw the same madness. Which is why this man need not mutter a word before Aveon invited him in.

I remained seated there at the table, and watched Aveon gently walk the man in and sit him down in front of the fire. Then, as moments past, I too took my position in front of the furnace to see this stranger up close. For as long as I sat besides him, the man remained quiet. He stared into the flames as if they were speaking to him. And he stared with such conviction, I would not have been surprised if the flames themselves had overtaken his mind. He said nothing, and never lost focus. At this point, I was convinced this man was mad. I waited for him to make some movement, or say something until my eyes grew weary and my mind felt drained. Then I made my way into the guestroom to take a rest, leaving my dear friend with this man.

I don’t know what woke me up later that night. Perhaps it was my insecurities about this situation. Or my curiosity to weather or not the stranger had left his resting place, or observed the fire down to fading of its last embers. Nevertheless, I was driven out of my bed. When I reached the front room I found the door was now wide open. The wind which blew through the air outside howled in my mind and for the faintest second I heard a whisper. I grabbed a lantern and followed that whisper outside and down the road, even to the end of the highway where the road filtered faded away into the trails which cut through a barren field. With ever step I took, the whisper grew louder. The further I got, the less all of it felt real. As if I was walking through a dream that I couldn’t wake up from. And still I ventured on until I heard the whisper no more. All that was left was the silence of the night and sounds of the wind rushing through the tall grass around me. All in sight was the grass and daffodils lit up by half a moon. A moon which kept my attention in full focus until I was lost in it. I was lost in a sort of a trance which was broken only when I see a figure appear aside me. It was the stranger.
“beautiful night out isn’t it? So you couldn’t sleep either?” I asked as I turned to him and locked on to his haunted eyes yet again. Then I turned back to gaze at the moon.

“Sleep is no longer a companion of mine. Nor is beauty.” He mumbled softly. He had a low, rumbling voice. “When I’m awake… my dreams give more of an image to my mind then my eyes do, but when I’m asleep, I see clearly. I see the pain around us. I see a world where people shout. And this is something I’m done looking at”

   He spoke softly and yet his words echoed loudly in my mind. His words were more vivid then the cold moon above me. I turned back to him and hes eyes were dead locked on mine. They now, in my weariness, almost appeared as a blood red. he spoke softly and said "I never wanted you to go through this. I'm sorry"

And at that moment I woke.