I just realized that why I shouldn't write that piece right now. I did some first-hand sentences a day or two ago, so I see no reason 'why'.
Here I go.
Born To Forget The Meaning of Life
As cold and still as a winter morning.. There she stands all alone..
A dead smile on her face.. Stains of blood all over her white clothes..
What is her name.. Who this woman truly is..
A forgotten ghost.. Or a daughter of the shadow and the mist..
I see a wall of abandoned faces.. Their cries of anguish cannot be heard..
Who could've done such a thing.. A mortal soul should be spared from the hands of death..
I wonder if she knows about the fates of these men.. I believe it is my destiny to follow her..
This night is colder than the bones under my feet.. But this darkness.. It is more than a relief..
These trails of blood.. Does she have to bleed..
Is she a daughter of some unknown god.. If so, I cannot let her to be free..
Maybe it befalls to me to use this sword that I am holding in my hands.. It may be true..
I do not believe in the gifts of this world.. This flesh won't hold me..
I do not believe in the prophecy of a blackened moon..
And there she stands.. That same empty smile on her face.. Holding a broken wand..
I can see grief and hopelessness in her grey eyes.. Even her shadow has a story to tell..
If she has never lived a mortal life, I believe that she cannot even die..
If so, then who I am to judge the deeds of her past, if she was born to forget the meaning of life..
If I knew her by name, then it may be that I am now lost..
If night has already taken my soul, then I cannot trust this vision anymore..
But it feels so real, more than ever, and my heart tells me to not open my eyes..
If I do so, will I become one with her uncontrollable and shivering cries..
I may have no will, but I still feel the presence of fear and chaos..
Why her dress is covered in blood.. What she has done? Or is she dead?
I do not desire to go any closer.. She tells me not to.. She speaks to me through my mind..
She tells me to seek for a cathedral of frozen beauty.. She speaks of a eye of snake..
If she lied to me, then I hope that this walk will become my last..
I've no desire to live in the eye of this vision.. It is like collecting shards of a broken glass..
As I thought.. The temple is real, but I can see only darkness before me..
So, it has finally become true.. A thought of losing a soul for eternity..
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen