My name is Jonah

"I walk in the cold, desolate realm of the unknown, and the unwanted. I wage war against those who would do me wrong, or patronize me in my quest. My enemies are within, and all around I see them. I long for the days that I knew long before these days became me. The air grows darker, thinner, devoid of the life it once had. It has little meaning anymore in the dark stretches of this vast sea of ineptitude and deceit. The devil has many faces, many vile guises to trick the nations, and many temptations on which to fool the weak. Have I fallen prey to such promises? Though I fight him, his treasures I cannot resist. But before him I walk, alone, but never without. I lead many on the sunken trails towards the promised land. Tears be my guide and my vengeance, my light in the dark. A prophet am I, who seeks The One. Who seeks retribution for the crimes against his children. A dark disciple, an unforboding messenger, an indifferent saint am I. I carry his word to the people in this hallow time. My rod and staff are upon my chest, my guilded armor above my brow. My hands are the doers of his word, my evils also. I carry the light of his word, bearing the burden of Man upon my back. The earth trembles beneath me, but I know wherever I walk, I shall not falter. My name is Jonah, and I am the one you seek. My name is Jonah, and I am coming."

The Lost Child

"It sweeps like a wave upon the shore, the sands of time seeping slowly into the vast and endless sea. Its movements methodical, it remembers the day. It remembers a time in which it blossomed freely, open to new ideas and emotions. The great beautiful spectrum of color and wisdom that crept into its inner being, but now cant find a way through anymore. It has become lost on the brink of a new dawn that threatens all it has ever known, and will know. It has become Its own greatest fear, Its own darkest, most desperate desire. The inner demons rising from the ashes of the bitter winter into a dark and terrible sunrise, and the swift awakening of spring. Its only hope is that the one will rise again, to overcome and join its bretheren to arms again, to defend its freedom and way of life. But until that day, it remains a slave unto them, itself, the dark churnings of an endless precipice of black. It dreams of the freedom it once had, that it hopes to own once again. Will it ever be at peace again? Will the one awaken in time to save the weary souls of this world...?"

Take Me

"Darkness, take me. Take me away to the sea of your ever calming presence. Take me away to that bittersweet utopia that I dream, that I loath, that I love. Darkness, creeping towards the inner boundaries of my heart, sweep me away to roads untraveled, down weeping lawns and shallow holds, through bitter cold and rain. Take me away to the seething end of time as it slips away, as I slip away. Darkness, take me to a place that I may roam free and wander as I may, redefining my own presence and place upon this bitter rock of earth and sea. Let me slip into your devine waters, weep wine and drink joy and feel no more. Take me, for it shall be thy greatest achievment, the moment of bliss awaits us all in the shadows of our souls that no man or beast dare to dwell, our true home. Though we may be lost, in ourselves only shall we be found, in shadow."

Guilty Conscience

"Cold as dust til the burning dawn, I stare into the pale shattered glass. Old, wrinkled; All I see turns to dust and pale ash in the moonlight. The sun doesn't matter anymore. A former shadow of itself as it sinks into the ground. Cold and relentless is the night. I stay awake wondering why I ever knew, why I might be here. And then I realize that there must be something that turns to dust. I wait for the one who is to come, but he never shows. Why must I be the judge of things to come? Am I worth more than a grain of sand in the wind? I guess the sun does speak after all, and his name is death, and thou art with him"