forbiddenquest

So beautiful.

The emotion in my heart that I felt staring into the moon during the night, counting the numerous craters that lined its surface and marvelling at the shadows the indentations threw over the smooth and pale countenance, was inferior to the depth of longing I experienced as I looked into his pupils. His eyes that seemed to swallow everything in his line of vision with a voracious curiosity made me feel insignificant as I stood in awe at the majesty of the rings those eyes adorned as they spiralled around a nucleus.

So free.

Rows upon rows of ivory feathers that faded into a luscious ebony along the pinions were fluttering softly, as if suspended in a liquid. The complete authority she exuded! She knew that with one flap of those muscular wings, she would shoot off into the stars and would be able to overlook all of God's creation as if it was her own. A master puppeteer, every single one of her feathers controlling each of my heartstrings, drawing me closer into her bosom to embrace me.

So horrifying.

How unsettled I was as I observed all the lines and structures of its body shift into roads that led to its nexus, a bright yellow region carrying a crying fetus wailing with the voice of a grown man. Its tears pooled up under me and crept up my numb skin, invaded my orifices and drowned me in its brine. Like a young boy stranded in the middle of the ocean with nothing but the seawater to drink, I was coaxed forward into the deep sea of an absolution that I knew only it offered. A mocking sentence emanated from its non-existent mouths, worming their way into my ears. I was belittled and reduced into the smallest of what all men could be: their innermost trembling insecurities.

So all-encompassing.

The rings decorated by the formation of eyes revolving around like wobbling coins around an axis, his stare penetrating even the hardest of stone. The wings outstretched, enough to engulf the limitless boundaries of the sky in her shadows. The crying baby with no mother complaining about a toy taken away from it, despairing over the privilege of death that had been stolen from it. And those hands. The hands that wielded a mighty blade that could very well split the cosmos along the seams of reality, blazing with a glory that I knew no one else had been able to observe.

So ugly.

Veins showed themselves in patches and blotches along the smooth rim of his burnished bronze, the grotesque caricatures that were his eyes rolling around in their metal sockets madly in anger at something I could not comprehend.

So trapped.

The more I observed, the more she looked like she was being strangled by the very rings that she was made of. No being was an exception to her rules, not even herself. A spider entangled in their own web.

So pitiful.

How it enticed me with its alluring words and authoritative voice! How it made me smaller a man than I was, yet it was merely a child itself. Blessed with the power to create and destroy realms, but its plans foiled by the draft of oppression that it constantly blew on itself. A goblet that could not contain the nectar flowing and spilling over the top.

So naive.

How little it is, now that I see it up close. Are you in pain? Do you feel contempt at the one who sacrificed you to protect these insignificant humans? Do you want to be free, soaring the skies with those marvellous wings of yours? Are you able to bear the trust humanity places in you? Or do you want me to release you from this test, my child?