15 May 2012
The Dark, The Light.
I have written these words with capital letters because they are names.
Names, titles, the same for some.
A baron landscape smoulders and shakes with lack of life, and the deep, inky black water is still.
The Dark sails the shores of Light, cutting through the clear, dark ocean yet leaving nothing in its wake, yearning for the day;
In which everything would change forever.
The Light is an island, a presence, a planet. The Dark is forced slowly into a figure. Each step brings agony.
But one night. One night.
The Dark is drawn to the shore, confused as it's against its will. But what I am describing will always be against our will.
Love, hatred.
The Dark and the Light. So different, a contrast between good and evil.
Live. Evil backwards.
The two essences drawn together, strands of pure life pull them closer.
But the Dark fights.
"No!" the Dark booms into the... Well, the dark. Frozen, the fear of the Dark.The Light frowns, puzzled. "What's happening?" it ponders as the shifting figure glints and yells, drawing nearer.
But at that second, a shadow appears in the Light's blank eyes and the Dark smiles for the first time. They stand a foot apart, eyes to the ground, searching the corners of their minds for what they know is the answer.
The heavens open up and the deep, clouded sky sends water crashing and slamming into the fragile ground below them, urging them to decide.
"It is the beginning," they chorus.
Slowly, surely, they change. The pulsating mass of energy the Light once was becomes new. Its avocado, verdant eyes stay fixated in the centre of a thin, white skull. The skull mutates, and on the top forms a soft helmet of cinnamon bronze. The man's ivory, smooth skin covers his whole body, radiating power and energy.
The same happens to the Dark, but this time the skin is darker, bronzed, caramel coloured and perfect. The figure is curved, tall and shadowed. The gleam in her ebony, violaceous eyes captivates the Light, as he murmurs to himself.
The young girl looks amused as her helmet shimmers on her shoulders, wet. The young man's slender hand reaches out to bring the girl closer, grinning.
The girl tilts his face to meet hers, their lips brushing softly against each other's. Heat and light, shadow and dark meet. The energy pulsates and surrounds them, and their gazes lock. Swirling frantically, the bright white and golden rays join together, encircling the pair. Finally, they break away and survey their surroundings. Lush, emerald grass sprouts from the once dusty, black ground. Mouths gaping, the thunder startles them. They jump and start as the biting cold tears at their tender skin, piercing and clouding their vision. The rain hammers on.
But they do not move.
Fingers entwined finally, the Dark and Light.
Life • Opuss № I