#beauty in the darkness

[raiynycher0phobic]

beauty in the darkness

there’s beauty in the darkness, you know.

the quiet chittering of the crickets and the night animals scurrying about outside your window.

the way the moon shines into your room, the silver glow lighting the space.

the way the stars twinkle so bright, that even we, so far away, can see them.

but sometimes, deep in the night, when half the world is sleeping, the beauty goes away.

when the crickets quiet, and the moon’s light dies, and the stars are blocked by something dark and ominous.

when it comes, that’s when the beauty stops.

when it watches over you, sleeping, that’s when the beauty stops.

when it spills the blood of a loved one, and replaces them with something not entirely human, that’s when the beauty stops.

but eventually it leaves, and it lets the crickets sing and the moonlight lives and the starlight shines.

that’s when the beauty comes, clawing it’s way back from it’s temporary prison.

because there’s beauty in the darkness, you know.

[euesworld]

"Sweet lovely angel, do tell.. why do you walk through the gates of hell when it is heaven where your feet belong? Why do you embrace such darkness when it is the light that you seek? How do your feet ever touch the ground when you belong to the stars? Sweet, sweet angel love.. where are your wings that beat ever so softly, halo laying on the wretched ground? I have one more question.. if I love you with all of my heart, would heaven make a subtle or loud sound?"

She's so angelic it's hard to believe that she's alive, so alive in me that I can't believe she doesn't belong to the sky - eUë

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[daily-spooky]

[cansu-m]

[gulistan-blog]

㋡🥀

[poefeathyr]

The Wanderer

He glances

To and fro

And he walks

A strut with purpose

But to an unknown destination

There are leads

Little, silver, strands of thread

Invisible to the naked eye

Ever walking, ever marching

Following the string

It’s almost random

Where will he end up?

Is he looking for something?

Someone?

Some little quiet town to rest?

No,

the silver threads are tear drops

Much like the banshee warns of tragedy

Her sorrowful screams echoing through the night

The strings lead only to ruin

Who can say what’s in his mind

What goal or purpose he may supply

Does he wish to stop the pain?

Is that among his abilities?

It seems he’s always just too late

The stars can be cruel

When dispensing their gifts

Would that he could prevent the Sorrow

Or get there before

He would say:

“Don’t forget to say goodbye”

“Live with no regrets”

“Tell them you love them”

All his teachings are whispers

He knows we are fragile

And he is too

An echo of our fragility, the damage time does

For he remembers each silver thread

Each tragedy

Each singular being affected

And yet he wanders

Always following the string

[words-at-night]

[lanndscape]

[landsccape]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[4ft10tvlandfangirl]

'Despite all the pain and grief Gaza lights up to welcome Ramadan'

[euesworld]

"I love you for many reasons cause you are just so damn loveable, there's not a damn thing I don't love about you.. not even when you are being tenebrific."

Even when you bring the darkness upon my soul, I am still a lovesick fool - eUë

[kirkhammr]

always loveee seeing such variety in Dark Urge character designs... like Bhaal is always on those old dress up games making Durges...

[daily-spooky]

[cansu-m]