Silent Cathedral

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A man walks along these ancient corridors silently.His voice, one never to be heard again.

This silent warrior of darkness.. one of the heart..He awaits a sign. Something to tell him when his time will come..When his service in this cathedral of the damned will come to an end..

"soon...soon this torturous service will end..." he thought as he strode down those ancient halls.

"soon...yes... soon I will walk amongst the living... and soon.. I will find my purpous..that long elusive spec of moral and spiritual duty I have lacked all these centuries in this.. the private hell of my heart.. and the eternal palace of its creator."

He frowned slightly to himself as he neared the alter room.. not much liking this place although he knew it needed to be tended..

'Blood of wolf, dust of life.. those are what I need....Some simple luxury to take away the bitter bane this place holds over me..But is it that simple? Can one man truly stand out, head held high and denounce his god? It must be. The cobbler works night and day for his craft.. his god. And yet he can break free, casting his tools aside like the shroud of a dead man rising from his grave. I ...Will accomplish this.. I will succeed where the others have failed.'

He kneeled near this once sacred alter.. taking his place in the same spot he had so many times before. That of a lowly slave. A slave with purpose yet hidden, and yet also revealed before his eyes.

Looking up at the stained glass windows and their tales of life and death."The time of Gahenna is upon us... You know this, old one, and yet you do not allow my punishment to recede in the slightest." he said softly as he reflected upon his past. While gazing backwards.. as if peering through time his face contorted in rage, forcing him to stand in one swift motion and scream out" WHY DO YOU STILL DAMN ME TO THIS HELL!".

This sudden rage finally being released.. like the tantrum of a young boy seems to awaken something within the hallowed walls, causing the air around the alter to boil malevolently.

' Could this be it? Could this be my destiny? Could this be the time when I am unbound from this eternal damnation?'

Through the waves within the air a disembodied voice is heard, bellowing with the contempt of a master for a slave." How dare you...How dare you disturb my eternal rest with your blasphemous tone! Your time here is over! Your are cast from my sanctum! Leave this sacred place at once!"

As this near demonic voice fades he stands there, watching as the world around him fades in and out of existence.. the stained glass windows bending, as if melting inwards and suddenly imploding before him.

Cringing slightly inpart of of his captors outburst he looks around in suprise.

The windows shatters.. imploding around him.. shedding sun upon skin and rock untouched by its holy rays in centuries.

'I am free...FREE!' he shouted to the heavens above, or perhaps below as he gazed at the blinding brightness and beauty of the suns light, only to find horror.

As he walked up to the windows and gazed out.. his breath caught in his throat at the atrocities he saw before him. These vile acts causing him to drop to his knees, as if shot through the heart with a bolt of lightning.

There, before him lied the bodies of hundred, if not thousands of men, women, and children.

'What happened here..my people... my family.. everyone.. oh god...no... this cannot be... this must be another trick..IT HAS TO BE!' he screamed with a loud sob of pain.. All he had ever known or loved lie here.. one body piled atop another in resounding piles of rotting, decaying corpses.

Family and friends he thought long dead and buried, lie half eaten in the courtyard before him.. burning straight through his immortal soul.

'Gone. heh.. snuffed out like the light of a candle as the moth lands and is entombed within the wax. So many being lost at this time.. They found the true path.. did they not? Why of course they did. At least one path that is. No one path can be the true path for everyone. This was just idle toying in my eyes. Seeing them like this. The stench originally must have been great..a wonderful pyre is in order. Maybe a pig roast..heh. They rise, and yet he does not see,moving sluggishly from their confines of flesh and bone and blood. Moving towards him in determination to rend his flesh from his bones, or perhaps it is his soul they are after.

Time Will Tell my friend.. Time WILL Tell....'

He staggered out into the light of day for the first time in centuries and looked about to the piled of corpses..feeling his skin crawl as he moved."My god...W-what...happened..?"

He uttered with disbelief and pain in his voice as his anger rose like a crashing torrent of bloodied water.

Wading through the sea of corpses he made his way from this unholy of all hells.Determined to get away from this mental and spiritual torment.

He staggered and tripped as he made his way down the old path leading from this accursed prison of his mind, body, and soul. His feet falling off center, causing him to trip and lunge through the blood tinged fetid mud."Why am I constantly tormented? Why did they have to die? Why am I cursed so?" he asked himself as his feet carried him far from the gruesome scene, yet seemingly being pulled by it.

"He does not see the cobbler sitting in the garden, nor does he see the spirits of those who follow him. Bur surely he must see the wolf and the dust? He has to. For if he cannot see something so simple as the wolf of man, then would he not be blind? If he truly is blind then he will never be the cobblers art..Never will he truly walk, and never will he truly fly. Yes.. he is blind. But is it a constant blindness or just a selective one?.

He must, in the least see the ghost of the child...He must. For she is his destiny"

Striding along these desolate lands with the cold hearted determination of a demon, he moves on silently. Trekking his way for miles, days without food nor water.

Ten years later...

Walking alone after so many years, I now look back on my tormented life.

So many hardships.

So many deaths.. I must be a beast.

Can I be cursed to such a hellish torment as this for protecting those I loved?

I am now nothing but a hopeless mute.

One who wanders the lands aimlessly.

I know not what to say in these pages.

These, the ones I'm sure shall be my last.

As I put this pen to paper with ink, I think back, trying to remember the good times, yet I find none that are clear enough to tell of.

I am beginning to believe that what people call me is true.

Branded like an animal with a symbol I know not the meaning of which has taken away my voice.

The one thing that lasted so sweetly over the millennia.

What can one say to describe these things?

In truth.. nothing can be said. And if I have simply missed the meaning of this torment, then I know I shall forever have this pain bore upon my back like a wildman aiming to slash my throat once more.

I now leave these pages for the fate of those who may wish to know the tale of an ancient being.

And for those who may come looking for me, from my withered past.

Goodbye for now.. there may be more I have yet to tell .....

--Ardens Animus De Tenebrae


	Web Site Title \| home Silent Cathedral \| Rhainnons Keep \| Realm of Dragonetti \| Morgan "MoonScar" Dewinter \| Travis Morrison \| My Poetry Silent Cathedral A man walks along these ancient corridors silently.His voice, one never to be heard again. This silent warrior of darkness.. one of the heart..He awaits a sign. Something to tell him when his time will come..When his service in this cathedral of the damned will come to an end.. "soon...soon this torturous service will end..." he thought as he strode down those ancient halls. "soon...yes... soon I will walk amongst the living... and soon.. I will find my purpous..that long elusive spec of moral and spiritual duty I have lacked all these centuries in this.. the private hell of my heart.. and the eternal palace of its creator." He frowned slightly to himself as he neared the alter room.. not much liking this place although he knew it needed to be tended.. 'Blood of wolf, dust of life.. those are what I need....Some simple luxury to take away the bitter bane this place holds over me..But is it that simple? Can one man truly stand out, head held high and denounce his god? It must be. The cobbler works night and day for his craft.. his god. And yet he can break free, casting his tools aside like the shroud of a dead man rising from his grave. I ...Will accomplish this.. I will succeed where the others have failed.' He kneeled near this once sacred alter.. taking his place in the same spot he had so many times before. That of a lowly slave. A slave with purpose yet hidden, and yet also revealed before his eyes. Looking up at the stained glass windows and their tales of life and death."The time of Gahenna is upon us... You know this, old one, and yet you do not allow my punishment to recede in the slightest." he said softly as he reflected upon his past. While gazing backwards.. as if peering through time his face contorted in rage, forcing him to stand in one swift motion and scream out" WHY DO YOU STILL DAMN ME TO THIS HELL!". This sudden rage finally being released.. like the tantrum of a young boy seems to awaken something within the hallowed walls, causing the air around the alter to boil malevolently. ' Could this be it? Could this be my destiny? Could this be the time when I am unbound from this eternal damnation?' Through the waves within the air a disembodied voice is heard, bellowing with the contempt of a master for a slave." How dare you...How dare you disturb my eternal rest with your blasphemous tone! Your time here is over! Your are cast from my sanctum! Leave this sacred place at once!" As this near demonic voice fades he stands there, watching as the world around him fades in and out of existence.. the stained glass windows bending, as if melting inwards and suddenly imploding before him. * Cringing slightly inpart of of his captors outburst he looks around in suprise. The windows shatters.. imploding around him.. shedding sun upon skin and rock untouched by its holy rays in centuries. 'I am free...FREE!' he shouted to the heavens above, or perhaps below as he gazed at the blinding brightness and beauty of the suns light, only to find horror. As he walked up to the windows and gazed out.. his breath caught in his throat at the atrocities he saw before him. These vile acts causing him to drop to his knees, as if shot through the heart with a bolt of lightning. There, before him lied the bodies of hundred, if not thousands of men, women, and children. 'What happened here..my people... my family.. everyone.. oh god...no... this cannot be... this must be another trick..IT HAS TO BE!' he screamed with a loud sob of pain.. All he had ever known or loved lie here.. one body piled atop another in resounding piles of rotting, decaying corpses. Family and friends he thought long dead and buried, lie half eaten in the courtyard before him.. burning straight through his immortal soul. 'Gone. heh.. snuffed out like the light of a candle as the moth lands and is entombed within the wax. So many being lost at this time.. They found the true path.. did they not? Why of course they did. At least one path that is. No one path can be the true path for everyone. This was just idle toying in my eyes. Seeing them like this. The stench originally must have been great..a wonderful pyre is in order. Maybe a pig roast..heh. They rise, and yet he does not see,moving sluggishly from their confines of flesh and bone and blood. Moving towards him in determination to rend his flesh from his bones, or perhaps it is his soul they are after. Time Will Tell my friend.. Time WILL Tell....' He staggered out into the light of day for the first time in centuries and looked about to the piled of corpses..feeling his skin crawl as he moved."My god...W-what...happened..?" He uttered with disbelief and pain in his voice as his anger rose like a crashing torrent of bloodied water. Wading through the sea of corpses he made his way from this unholy of all hells.Determined to get away from this mental and spiritual torment. * He staggered and tripped as he made his way down the old path leading from this accursed prison of his mind, body, and soul. His feet falling off center, causing him to trip and lunge through the blood tinged fetid mud."Why am I constantly tormented? Why did they have to die? Why am I cursed so?" he asked himself as his feet carried him far from the gruesome scene, yet seemingly being pulled by it. "He does not see the cobbler sitting in the garden, nor does he see the spirits of those who follow him. Bur surely he must see the wolf and the dust? He has to. For if he cannot see something so simple as the wolf of man, then would he not be blind? If he truly is blind then he will never be the cobblers art..Never will he truly walk, and never will he truly fly. Yes.. he is blind. But is it a constant blindness or just a selective one?. He must, in the least see the ghost of the child...He must. For she is his destiny" Striding along these desolate lands with the cold hearted determination of a demon, he moves on silently. Trekking his way for miles, days without food nor water. * Ten years later... Walking alone after so many years, I now look back on my tormented life. So many hardships. So many deaths.. I must be a beast. Can I be cursed to such a hellish torment as this for protecting those I loved? I am now nothing but a hopeless mute. One who wanders the lands aimlessly. I know not what to say in these pages. These, the ones I'm sure shall be my last. As I put this pen to paper with ink, I think back, trying to remember the good times, yet I find none that are clear enough to tell of. I am beginning to believe that what people call me is true. Branded like an animal with a symbol I know not the meaning of which has taken away my voice. The one thing that lasted so sweetly over the millennia. What can one say to describe these things? In truth.. nothing can be said. And if I have simply missed the meaning of this torment, then I know I shall forever have this pain bore upon my back like a wildman aiming to slash my throat once more. I now leave these pages for the fate of those who may wish to know the tale of an ancient being. And for those who may come looking for me, from my withered past. Goodbye for now.. there may be more I have yet to tell ..... --Ardens Animus De Tenebrae**