The One Orphan

- jan-u-wine
What might
fill the emptiness
of an orphan'd soul?
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I look down
into the smallness
of my own hand
and wonder
at what
lies
there.
 
slender
pale
gold……
graceful
circlet
of
evil.
 
It
fills
the corners
of my loneliness....
It chews
the edges
of me
with dark hunger.
 
I begin to understand:
there is more
loneliness,
more empty need
inside
It
than ever there was
within me.
 
It is a creature
of that which made It:
 
evil to evil,
hate  to hate,
dark heart to dark heart.
 
In a terrible void,
they call out
to the emptiness
of each other.
 
They do not
understand
warmth
or love
or
the small,
tender
green things
that sway
in earth's cradle.
 
Nor even
the soft
eye
of the Sea.
 
They cannot
understand....
 
but I,
I
of orphan spirit,
I
who knows,
now
both of Light
and
of Dark,
I understand.
 
The harsh pain
of their desire
drags
me forward.
 
I no longer
have any will
to stay
their evil union...
 
 
And then....
 
Then,
simply,
the World
will end,
swallowed
by evil,
perfected
by hatred
balanced
to its sharpest
point.
 
I have
the heart
of an orphan.
It must
be filled
with something.
 
I remember
Light
and the stars
and all the little
things
which  
my mind embraces
as shadow
takes
me.
 
I am not
so lonely
as to fill
myself
with
vast night.
 
There is only
One
orphan...
and
I
am not
that
One.