It’s a dark night.

His past is haunting him, my present is killing me. Together we are alone, together we are scared. I wanted to shout out my pain, he kept his hidden. He was hurt, I could see. His eyes glistened with mist, yet his lips revealed nothing. I kept asking, I kept screaming. We were both in agony. He refused to listen to mine, I refused to accept his. We were both playing a game that had no end.

The silence was too strong and words were too harsh. Time was running out. There was no escape.

There had to be a war.

I had nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. He just didn’t care. So, I prepared. I prepared for the war.

I could hear the drums rolling. Smoke was up, flags were high. We were close to dawn. Dragons, demons and beasts were ready, they wanted my flesh. I wanted his heart. Warriors were marching. Everyone in the jungle knew. They knew of the approaching storm. They were all prepared, except for him. He was lost in his own nightmare. I kept calling him out, he kept shutting me out.

I knew the war was on. Nothing could stop it. I had to fight. I had to fight for him, I  had to fight against him. I had to curse him and then cure him.

I had to be strong.

But before the dark storm, I wanted to catch a glimpse of the lonely becon, I wanted to smell the fragrance of purity, I wanted to feel peace. I wanted to talk to god.

So, I ran as fast as I could, covered in the blanket of night, I ran up the mountains. Away from the battlefield, away from the marching monsters. I ran to my god. Tired and sobbing, I reached up the highest peak. Looking up at the sky, I watched the stars drown me in thier magical glory. I watched them, they watched me. Together we talked to god, talked to the only life about the impending madness of the death. Before I lose, before I fall, i wanted to face god.