A Scarlet Night.
(this is my first short story here…please tell me what you think, it really matters…thanks:D)
…He finally woke up.
He was ghastly pale, and his quick, irregular heartbeat was all I could hear. The red river that streamed down his face had already ran dry, leaving nothing but clots.
C’mon, get up.
Get up, please, i’m begging you. Its not too late.
He rolled his clouded eyes around, and staggered up. He gazed across the empty room with his empty eyes, until he found something that gave that hollowness a little spark.
Go, i encouraged. Yes, go. To your hope, to your only light.
With his trembling body slightly crouched and arms wrapped around himself, he wavered across the room, toward his last savior.
Yes, its right there. Pick it up, and feel the light.
The moment he touched the raven black handle with his lily white fingers, i could see colors pouring into him. The colors filled every single vein in his body, and freshened up his spirit, bathing him in hope.
As he gently fondled the splendid surface of the saber, feeling the warmth of the icey blade, i silently said,
It’s time. Time to illuminate this world with your final masterpiece.
Every mark engraved by the angel’s sword will be the philosophy of your life;
Every rose blossomed from your scarlet fountain will be adorned by all mortals and immortals;
And every syllable sang by you will be the symphony of Eden.
Now, lets create Paradise, just like you did with the me that night.