Throwback Threnody

Again the familiar dream. Gliding through a cemetery at midnight. It is dark except for the blood red full moon. Countless rows of graves rush by. I come to a sudden stop in front of a huge mausoleum. The entrance is open and stairs lead downwards into the darkness.

A darkness that is eerie but divine. The smell of incense amongst cobwebs. How long had it seen no man and yet the smell made Isme feel alive.

It brought to mind memories of Isme’s time in the temple serving the God of Chaos and War, Ceriac. The catacombs she now found herself in only reminded Isme of home and the divine presence she used to feel. Yet that was another life, one where she used to have a purpose.

Now her only purpose was to remember, to keep the past alive. The only presence she felt now was her own flesh and the emptiness it contained.

Suddenly warmth flowed around, behind, within her. A being arose, intimate, wide as eternity. A voice caressed her, “oh the joyous life you still have left to live, do not despair.…” Darkening with a red grin the being chuckled… “for we have so much more CHAOS left to create.”