aMBRIEL
(@ADropofheaven)
(@ADropofheaven)
Centuries has passed and yet I still felt a small shiver of loneliness crawl down my spine. The glory of heaven and all it had to offer has lost its appeal, and I feel myself going mad from the memories I clung onto too hard; with my blood boiling and failing to make me feel anything but a creation for battle, at the word of my father I am forced from the day of my birth that my life is already written in the clouds, entangled with other angels who readied for unnecessary battles and a lifetime, an eternity, of servitude. It is days like these that I question the sanity of my fellow brothers and sisters, if they too see the same thing I do. Smell the coppery aroma of blood in the air that danced around us. If our purpose in life is to simply watch it go by, envious of those our father has favoured over us; question what we have done wrong for us to be used as a force not to be reckoned with instead of the clueless children we are. Soulless and yet hungry to feel, to fill that empty void we were born with. I look down and see the Earth we once had the pleasure of roaming, romancing with nature and all its beauty. I look to my siblings and see the feigned smiles, the way they turn away like they aren't hurt by what's become of it, and maybe what's become of us. Truth has settled in that we are nothing but romanticised myths. And even now, when the first battle has ended, and many have fallen, I still wonder about that sweet face; every inch blessed and the way he spoke with such passion and certainty. I still think about the way his hugs brought me warmth, a wave of assurance; also a hungry need for more time, to be selfish and shameless about it. I think about him still, my brother.. My Light Bringer.
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