Fright Night.
Blessed by the hate and love in his own world, faster than the wind he ran, through the dark of that fright night he ran, to meet an unmet destiny he ran, looking for something he has been craving for his whole life… he ran.
He realized that being born is not about nine months of redemption attempts, neither about listening to life rhythm calling his name for the first time.
He realized that being born is about committing the first sin, provoked by tasting an apple, by opening a Pandora's Box, by savoring immortality, by humbling for basic instincts, by overruling rules, by erasing thin lines.
He realized the starting point and he headed to the ending point, armed with will, persistence, dreams, and diamond-like piercing eyes, breaking the first thin line with his weapons, to meet them on the other side, and as expected, they were there, waiting for him patiently fully armed.
Hungry demons, howling and pawing on the floor, standing there, waiting in lines, with their flaming wings folded beneath their solid blackened shell, and their filthy nails whetted hungrily for a prey.
He greeted them as they put a white gown on his shoulders and a white blindfold on his eyes, and enthroned him like a newly-born baby on a black carpet, and used the wind blown by their black prayers to fly him over to his destiny that he desired.
Skies, horizons, winds and grains of sand, all tried to stop his progress, but the demons were way more powerful, fed on his blindfolded desire to meet destiny.
Destiny's royal court guards announced his arrival, as his carpet-throne landed next to the glorious throne of destiny, making him feel weak in the knees to drop down to his knees and print a kiss on the hand of destiny.
Destiny blessed him, and chuckled evilly with a wide grin, and a huge scream saying… "Let the rituals being".
Posted by GraY FoX at 9:20 PM
8 Comments
I'm not sure of what I got for this post , but committing sins is sweet , they are still called sins ..
and you decided to start rituals ...
They shouldn't have blindfolded those diamond-like piercing eyes...
I'd wanna be born , I'd wanna stay dressed up in white and blindfolded with white too ..
But .. would I still wanna be alive after that ?
The question is .. after being born , will I stay alive in a world blindfolded with black and unable to see my white ?
I'll just have to shine ..
Ya 3ammo am not sure I get it...someone was born or just died?!...u can be creepy sometimes!! :P
i think the point of this post is one is forced to meet his destiney and is drawn to it no matter how much he/she resists that,and that is very true
Dude ,
you have been tagged :)
really nice post.
I like cutenk2's comment..she said it all.
fi nas midri weanon hal2ayam :)
hey all , hope you are all doing fine
spears,
well the rituals are nicer when they begin, better than when they end :)
cute nk2,
we all have to be born , though we dont want to, that\'s life :P
you got the meaning perfectly right
sharks,
i\'m always creepy :P
yaser,
very true
qabbani,
true kaman
Gardenina
Ana ma bestaghny , and i always appreciate your concern about me ,you are awesome, thanks for it all, and i always miss you but life can be merciless sometimes :D
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