The intense heat of the blazing flames surrounding was something beyond belief. An eternity from which I knew the end.
"This is it. The final curtains of impending destiny falling in a blaze of defeat. My paper-thin life had finally been used up." These thoughts ran down my memory stream. A fall down the stream, rapidly enough to force a humble bow to my obvious futility in efforts to hang on to hope.
Hope. Amusing how many have said that the blaze of hope was the most beautiful sight. Even more so to realise how I had been so wrong. The blaze of defeat I see before my poisoned eyes is beyond simply appealing in vision. A blaze that has cleansed my sight once and for all. A final gift to me by the pity of the universe.
How could I have failed to understand this before? And how long had the aromatic, sweeetened drug of illusions hidden my sight from the truth?
Not that it mattered anymore, for the ultimate truth laid before me. Yes, the blaze of truth.
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I needed to write something and coincidentally, I was planning a new post today. Even more so was that I had no idea for a topic. So I simply wrote the first part of the story I had in mind. Been a while since I did some fictional writing. If I think of it, I might post the next part up sometime later.
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