Sempiternal

When I started writing this, I had no idea what I would be writing about. I just listened to Together Again by Evanescence and let the words that wanted to be written, be written. This was really based on the music of that song. Go listen to it. It's amazing.


Oh and the title? I recently learned that word and immediately liked it. It means eternal & unchanging...


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The darkness. It extends its cold fingers. Grabbing. Snatching. Whispers of smoke swirl around her, looking for a way inside her, to steal her soul, her essence. She stares.


There's a small, flickering light in the distance. Flicker. Flicker. She steps towards it. It disappears. The smoke, it twists and turns, engulfing her. Silent screams.


The world, it turns darker. Darker than dark. Yet there's this sense of calmness in the centre of this fear. Something telling her its all a dream, to open her eyes, to face the truth.


She does. She reaches out, her hands pushing against the ghostly swirls that lack weight but have mysterious power over her, pulling her into a sense of nothingness. She fights. She yearns to escape this place. Eerie. Ghostly. Calm.


She wakes up in a grey world. No sun, no people. There's no light yet she can see. Her black dress flutters in the wind. There shouldn't be wind.


She walks forward and the world seems to move with her. It's a blur and her eyes force themselves close. Soothing darkness. And then there's a splatter of red behind her eyelids. She knows not how it happened.


She opens them again. Same place. But now with shadows. Scary shadows. They wave at her. She runs.


Run. Flee. Get home. She wants to escape but the world is swirling along with her movement. Spots of red appearing in this blurred image as shadows eat up the edges. She runs. She runs.


A ghostly hand extends itself to her. She grabs it with little thought and is pulled into darkness. Again. Again. Again. It's not going to end. It's never going to end.


Cold. So cold. And then she hears it. The song of the dead. Soft, soothing. Eerie, disturbing. The hand pulls her forward and she doesn't understand but she wants to follow it. She wants it all to end. To end. To end. To end.


It fills her ears, the song, the melody. She finds herself floating, this hand supporting her back. She yearns to fall, knows not what's below, yearns to fall. Fall. Fall. Fall...


Her eyes close. The hand covers them.


It's never going to end.