Past. Past lurks just below the filmy surface of reality which we mistake to
be solid. We spend our lives trying to convince ourselves that our reality is
more firm than the oily slick on the surface of the ocean which it is.
Attempts to discover the past that lurks just beneath the surface are
dangerous if not fatal. Yet who can resist the call to do so.
Who knows what vile secrets the dark waters of the past conceal, and woe to
he who dives in to find out. The dark waters of the past arenít kind or
I had to learn this first-hand.
My original journey to learn about my past started off innocently enough. The
peaceful lands of Trammel lay in the shadow of defilement, the untouched meadows
would soon be stricken with the cancerous sore of housing. Any attempt to glean
knowledge from the pristine land had to be conducted with haste.
And so I began.
The dark forests and southern jungles bore their secrets silently, impassive
to my pathetic attempts to gain that knowledge. Alone I would never succeed. But
I had a Key.
A Key to unlock the Door. A Key both wild and restrained, a Key with wild
power enough to open the Door, a Key with enough restraint to do so. A Key that
wasnít strong enough to survive the dark forces it unleashed.
The Door open, the black wolf came to me.
She gave me the sight I begged for, the sight that no mortal should be made
to see. She showed me my heritage.
My mother was more than just a simple islander, in a way that resists sane
thought. Her father was not of this world, yet not from beyond this world
either. Her father was an aspect of the black wolf, a being born of darkness. My
The Lord of Shadows was not welcome in this world, his stay was needfully
short. Yet what he left behind was more than I could bear. His dark seed grew
into my mother, enhancing her beauty. And her power.
My poor father was thankfully ignorant of all this, a simple merchant taking
a beautiful native for a wife. The seed which grew in my mother bloomed in
Sight is both a curse and a blessing.
A shattered world, scattered faceted shards. Yet more. Different gems,
different fragments, different shards. All float in the black void.
forces grow and change
nameless powers given names
darkness seeps into the shattered gems
different forms of fragmented darkness
lord of shadows
swirl in the void
flower blooms grows
power refined with local blood
engulf next shattered remnant
die to be reborn again
dance of darkness
rebirth and death
power distilled and refined
strings pull you along
be reborn again
lord of darkness rules
colors fade to nothing
the void swirls
maybe we will meet again
brought together by
capricious currents of void
the present pulls me apart
draws me into the next shattered gem
as it will do again
tears freeze in the void