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soul hunt
I walk alone in the darkness of the night, as I do, my memories begin to cascade through my deepest self. I lay down on the damp grass, gazing at the stars into the nothingness of my soul. Now I feel alone but there was a time when my life was complete and full of joy.
Suddenly, I hear the softest whispers, whispers that bring hope but sadness as well. Whispers of those who still live in me through my memories. I pay attention as they caress every scar in my empty shell. It feels bittersweet, and I embrace the feeling: It's the only way I feel alive.
Loneliness is the price I must pay for not being that which I had to be. And I walk alone without physical direction but with a purpose in my soul. I have carved a path searching for those whispers that linger in my soul, hoping some day to hear them and see them as they rejoice in our unity again.
Scrambling away for refuge in the dark my memories dissapear, as without warning a specter lurks over me. I used to be afraid of it, but now I look at it and feel pity. It used to rob me of my quietude, now it's only a grotesque parody of what I used be afraid of. Only the whispers show misgiving and fright, because they think it has power over them. As I glance at it, it stares at me with disdain.
2
I can feel the burning sun on my back as I speak with her. I know she feels it, too but shows no sign of it. She is serenity, quitude, hope, love: she is ethereal. Her aura fills me with everlasting and pure love. She urges me to fight for what was lost in the abyss of hatred. We are two souls fused together, hoping to undo the wrong that has been done. She is a younger spirit but understands my older self.
She knows about my struggle, she knows my suffering. Asks no question, always prepared to fill my soul with grace. Together in this moment of solitude she brings peace to my turbulent mind. Together we plan: together, we have seen the future. All that is left now is to continue my hunt.
3
After sweating for countless hours, I am now lying on the damp grass again. Feeling the cool breeze caressing my cheeks. I can hear the ocean in the distance, it sounds as if its urging me on. I concentrate on everything surrounding me then I close my eyes and visualize the future. After a few moments I fall into deep meditation. It's the time of the day that I long the most. Is the time of day for my search. The time of day when I feel that I am one with them. Is the time when I am the happiest.
4
This time there's no happy whispers, this time my entire being is clouded with shadows and demons. As usual they dig deep into my serenity, trying to take away the last bits of coherence from my inner soul. There's no physical pain, only soul dolor. I have fought against them countless times: always feeling the hate and sorrow. But I am prepared, I've been waiting for them. Suddenly, I feel a whimper as I strike the first fiend on its lying maw. This is not conventional fighting, it's my willpower against their mental and spiritual attack. I have learnt how to attack and counter attack, I have killed many but my demons are infinite. They fill me with doubt, anger, fright and loneliness, but I am getting stronger. Although not strong enough yet but when I reach the limit I will subjugate everything in my path. As of right now my purpose is killing as many as possible. I start laughing and my laughter freezes them cold. I see doubt in their sordid countenance and this makes me laugh even harder. With shrieks and whimperings they begin to fade away. I have won this encounter but I know they will come back...
5
Some time has passed away since I've had any sort of meeting with my whispers, I really miss them. Even demons and shadows have not shown themselves, I believe their last visit made them considered coming back. I think about this as I postrate myself on the treshold of absolute chaos. I meditate as I wait for Him, quietude my best companion. Abruptly, the wind scatters leaves everywhere, the atmosphere around me feels heavy. A sweet smell invades my breathing. It must be Him. But I can't see him or feel Him. I close my eyes again, knowing He is here somewhere. Then, I feel a presence enveloping my entire being. "So", He begins casually, "I see you have come back", He continues with a grave and cold vibrato voice. I raise my eyes and feel his green flaming orbs penetrating my soul, a derisive smile showing on his face. The first time we met, His appearance was completely different. He didn't speak with His mouth then, that very first time He spoke with His mind. That very first time He was a fiend created for nightmares, this time He is the most beautiful being I have ever seen. He stares at me as I begin my soliloquy. He explains in a pragmatic tone of voice what must be done. He has a tick on his right eye, which is funny coming from such a being. After Some time of dealing we come to mutual understanding. "Very well," He says, "everything is set, it's just a matter of time now". I consent with a nod. As He begins to fade away, he roars at me, "You are still on time not to continue, because there's no turning back after I begin", He lingers a little longer waiting for my answer, not getting any, He mumbles with a touch of pity towards myself, "So, It Shall Be Done, My Lad".
6
It is hard to explain what has happened during all this time I have been away: one thing is certain, I am back. By now, you should know this is a real story. However That's all you should know. One thing is certain I am THE SOUL HUNTER and I am here to hunt back those souls whom unwittingly left what was best for them. During this time I have been away, hunting, you should know that I have tried everything to hunt those souls back. Many things have happened: Some good, some bad but I have learnt from all of them. In other words I am getting better at what I do.....
© David antonio rodríguez ventura
Suddenly, I hear the softest whispers, whispers that bring hope but sadness as well. Whispers of those who still live in me through my memories. I pay attention as they caress every scar in my empty shell. It feels bittersweet, and I embrace the feeling: It's the only way I feel alive.
Loneliness is the price I must pay for not being that which I had to be. And I walk alone without physical direction but with a purpose in my soul. I have carved a path searching for those whispers that linger in my soul, hoping some day to hear them and see them as they rejoice in our unity again.
Scrambling away for refuge in the dark my memories dissapear, as without warning a specter lurks over me. I used to be afraid of it, but now I look at it and feel pity. It used to rob me of my quietude, now it's only a grotesque parody of what I used be afraid of. Only the whispers show misgiving and fright, because they think it has power over them. As I glance at it, it stares at me with disdain.
2
I can feel the burning sun on my back as I speak with her. I know she feels it, too but shows no sign of it. She is serenity, quitude, hope, love: she is ethereal. Her aura fills me with everlasting and pure love. She urges me to fight for what was lost in the abyss of hatred. We are two souls fused together, hoping to undo the wrong that has been done. She is a younger spirit but understands my older self.
She knows about my struggle, she knows my suffering. Asks no question, always prepared to fill my soul with grace. Together in this moment of solitude she brings peace to my turbulent mind. Together we plan: together, we have seen the future. All that is left now is to continue my hunt.
3
After sweating for countless hours, I am now lying on the damp grass again. Feeling the cool breeze caressing my cheeks. I can hear the ocean in the distance, it sounds as if its urging me on. I concentrate on everything surrounding me then I close my eyes and visualize the future. After a few moments I fall into deep meditation. It's the time of the day that I long the most. Is the time of day for my search. The time of day when I feel that I am one with them. Is the time when I am the happiest.
4
This time there's no happy whispers, this time my entire being is clouded with shadows and demons. As usual they dig deep into my serenity, trying to take away the last bits of coherence from my inner soul. There's no physical pain, only soul dolor. I have fought against them countless times: always feeling the hate and sorrow. But I am prepared, I've been waiting for them. Suddenly, I feel a whimper as I strike the first fiend on its lying maw. This is not conventional fighting, it's my willpower against their mental and spiritual attack. I have learnt how to attack and counter attack, I have killed many but my demons are infinite. They fill me with doubt, anger, fright and loneliness, but I am getting stronger. Although not strong enough yet but when I reach the limit I will subjugate everything in my path. As of right now my purpose is killing as many as possible. I start laughing and my laughter freezes them cold. I see doubt in their sordid countenance and this makes me laugh even harder. With shrieks and whimperings they begin to fade away. I have won this encounter but I know they will come back...
5
Some time has passed away since I've had any sort of meeting with my whispers, I really miss them. Even demons and shadows have not shown themselves, I believe their last visit made them considered coming back. I think about this as I postrate myself on the treshold of absolute chaos. I meditate as I wait for Him, quietude my best companion. Abruptly, the wind scatters leaves everywhere, the atmosphere around me feels heavy. A sweet smell invades my breathing. It must be Him. But I can't see him or feel Him. I close my eyes again, knowing He is here somewhere. Then, I feel a presence enveloping my entire being. "So", He begins casually, "I see you have come back", He continues with a grave and cold vibrato voice. I raise my eyes and feel his green flaming orbs penetrating my soul, a derisive smile showing on his face. The first time we met, His appearance was completely different. He didn't speak with His mouth then, that very first time He spoke with His mind. That very first time He was a fiend created for nightmares, this time He is the most beautiful being I have ever seen. He stares at me as I begin my soliloquy. He explains in a pragmatic tone of voice what must be done. He has a tick on his right eye, which is funny coming from such a being. After Some time of dealing we come to mutual understanding. "Very well," He says, "everything is set, it's just a matter of time now". I consent with a nod. As He begins to fade away, he roars at me, "You are still on time not to continue, because there's no turning back after I begin", He lingers a little longer waiting for my answer, not getting any, He mumbles with a touch of pity towards myself, "So, It Shall Be Done, My Lad".
6
It is hard to explain what has happened during all this time I have been away: one thing is certain, I am back. By now, you should know this is a real story. However That's all you should know. One thing is certain I am THE SOUL HUNTER and I am here to hunt back those souls whom unwittingly left what was best for them. During this time I have been away, hunting, you should know that I have tried everything to hunt those souls back. Many things have happened: Some good, some bad but I have learnt from all of them. In other words I am getting better at what I do.....
© David antonio rodríguez ventura
