My Friend

My friend drags me up and we journey together

I lay there in the stupor between worlds. Melancholic dreams of the vibrant life grasp at me and grapple me unto my future. Blemishes of light eat at the blackness of the room but they will never be anything more than trivialities to darkness’ all-encompassing victory. The shadowed forms of dusky objects swim and merge creating new beings never yet seen by a Child of Man. The curtains flutter, the birds cry, and the house groans. The wretched cry of some distant age.

The door was flung open and my friend entered. With a victorious cry he grabs my hand and drags me from my bed and in an instant the walls fell and only the distant foreign stars witness our flight. We fly across the heavens and above all the lands known unto Man. Starlight is our only company, washing over us and wrapping us in silken glory.

My friend from over the sea takes me across oceans where the white crested waves forever beat in the deep blue, and above mountains where grand cloud crowned peaks spoke of the radiance of the Son. We left the realms of the known far behind and entered the Land not yet trod by Man and water not yet conquered and subdued. The Virgin Lands that unfurled beneath me would be trampled unto dust by the hordes that follow, but I was the first to make that journey that all men must make.

Up we flew, unto the heavens themselves. The morning stars of the Lord cried silently with joy as the travellers entered into glory and as we passed the Children of God and of Man they stared at us in wonder with eyes wide and mouths agape as we received a glory beyond that which only they knew. The great white fertile bank of clouds parted as we journeyed through them to Valhalla, Elysium, and the lands of the Sun. Even had man raised his sights from the refuse before him to gaze upwards unto God, he still could not have seen us, clothed in Glory as we were.

We landed upon a shore, that pristine stretch of golden sands between the endless rolling caerulean seas and the emerald fields rippling in the wind. Not a word was spoke between us; nothing needed be said. Words are a triviality against the glory man shall witness. As the wind lapped at my feet and the waves caressed my body, I turned unto my friend. He was gone. He had receded and drained into the sand. Swallowed by the Land.

I was left alone. Once more alone. Always alone. In that arcane and unknowable land beyond the knowledge of Man. I walked down the beach beginning the eternal journey that I would never finish.