A tale (1)

Ps.my favorite write-up so far!

How beautiful things contrast each other in an enigmatic way like life and death. Death is depressed and darkened by the wickedness of the world, sunken to nothingness and sucking every essence into its in-depth void.

Reminding us of what the earth was once before, without shape or form but that isn't the tale we tell our little ones on nights with starless sky illuminated by the flames that burn the wood to ashes burning in the air like withered shadows.

Lurking in the darkness, there was death till the sight of something unknown twinkled in its sight.

Its dominance and luminance were benevolent but at the same time terrifying.

Death shivered but at the same time lured, and driven by its blinding light. Attracted to this glow and dazzle, step by step, death walked closer to this luster, worry flooded its mind, invaded its thoughts, and damaged its nerves.

Afraid of what next was bound to happen his curiosity shook its full being. It wasn't in control of its mind, soul, and inner peace.

As it gazes at the brightness, the total contrary of him, his nastiest adversary and his fantastic mate. His brightest day in the gloominess of nights, his hope in a futile war, his way out in the dark tunnel.