Dark returns

Dark hallow eyes stare back at me

The vision shakes and trembles with an uncertain resemblance.

What a terrible thing to hear – one’s goddess turn dark and destructive.

Cruel in things beautiful.

Harmful in things honest.

A prisoner of the angry gods I have become.

I stand alone, at the bottom of a stone column, dug earthly deep.

Waist deep I in the stale water, I hear no sound.

Not even my heart beat can be heard.

For I am dead.

Lost without my Light, I stand alone, forsaken and dead.

I recall to mind, the image of my goddess wrought with rage.
Seeing her anger and aggression to me.
…and then I understood.

What I saw and felt only that which I gave to others.

I can only blame myself.

We are eternal… as such, it is only a matter of time till our past catches up with us.

In my case I have come to see my own anger reflected back to me, from another.

From one I love.

From the one I’m devoted to.

I didn’t respond.

I sank.

Into the depths of this dark stone column, built deep within the Earth.

Surrendering to whatever forces of balance are at play.