Lord of War
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9th June 1607
My Lord, I have failed you in battle. Our cities lay in ashes. Our people scorched. In my most desperate attempt to save your immortal soul I have failed to purge a thousand more. The plague is upon them. Death is written on their doorways.
It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life. You are not conscious, you’re far away in some kind of amnesia, lost into yourself. And this is why I must guard you with the price of my own blood. I have paid in blood anyway … the blood of our people.
What animal have I become? I am half agony, half hope.
You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.
In seven holy hells a golden chest lies wrapped in waters turbulent and dark, and all the devils dance while the reapers reap. So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. Fiery colors were painting the sky and the earth in endless waves… but they became darker… and you know why? The more you throw black into a color, the more dreamy it gets…Black has depth. It’s like a little egress, you can go into it, and because it keeps continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on there become manifest. And you start seeing what you’re afraid of. You start seeing what you love and it becomes like a dream… The dream of a shadow and the shadow of a dream.
…but the rain is full of ghosts tonight.
My beloved, do you stand in need of anything? Is it hunger or pain that you feel? Your body is warm, but the heart is pure ice. You see… You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart. Your eyes seem to be expecting miracles I would be most honored and willing to perform.
But I lay dead tonight. Just as you do. We died for a moment, to live again by the morrow’s light. I was alive then. I felt a world arise and live for me. There was this… fire that was lighting me inside out, I was eager to fight for my country, for Gods, for you… my beloved.
I watched you go, unable to ask you to stay. It was for me and our home you were going away. How could I ask? So behind you I stayed. Remember what we’ve always said? If one falls, so does the other. But my obstinacy won’t simply let me watch you die. I sacrificed a thousand souls for one: yours.
People come and go, they’ll live again, they’ll find their way back. But you won’t. If you die now, it’s forever. And I am no more willing to let this happen. Not while I stand on my feet.
You know, they say above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I went to war.
But it’s not really like that, isn’t it?
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too. But yours contains much greater things than leading an army into battle. You behold the balance of the world. One drop of your blood, and my world shifts into darkness. A darkness that you and only you can defeat.
My body is the same body—yet everything seems different. My heart is so tired. The sins of men have sickened it.
All night I stretched my arms across you. Rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bones. “Please keep him safe! Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces!” … I heard a distant thunder. The war must be over. It’s only been a few days, but the darkened sky converted everything into an eternal night. We hid, hid like rats in a bunker. But it was necessary, my love. Remember the old days when we fought alongside with Gods? … we now carry the burden of a thousand souls.
Perhaps I should light another candle. It’s getting cold inside. You were pointing at the moon, but I was looking at your hand. Your pain seems to have eased. “Welcome back to life, my lord.”
Fire. The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
I have this vision, my lord, that I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me. I’ve left battlefields before, I’ve left cities to ashes just to save ONE soul. Yours. And though there’s no war, no guns, no fire, it is still a battle inside of my spirit. The memories are vivid, they live through and for me, as I live through and for you. I have no fear of losing you, for you aren’t an object of my property, or anyone else’s. I love you as you are, without attachment, without fears, without conditions, without egoism, trying not to absorb you. I love you freely because I love your freedom, as well as mine. You gave me peace in a lifetime of war. I ought to do the same. After all, that’s what life is about: an endless battle of contrasting memories. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time, and that is how it all changes. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.
And alike the earth and moon, I am covered with craters and scars. That is not something I need to be saved from. Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. There still might be a place for us somewhere. Somewhere only we know ourselves. Year zero. We’re miles away. But we are alive. What’s imperfect is beautiful. What’s imperfect is alive. We are alive, my love. We went through fire and came down like rain. And damaged people are dangerous. They know how to survive… This is just what we did. We read, we travel, we become. We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost. This is our unending process.
The winds are silent. And it is the great north wind that created the Vikings. You and I are particles of these winds, my beloved. We are the mountain, the forest and the earth.
People talk about escapism as if it’s a bad thing …once you’ve escaped, once you come back, the world is not the same as when you left it. You come back to it with skills, weapons, knowledge you didn’t have before. The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart, and I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole… but it happens that I want you, and that there is no room for any other desires.
So dance with me death, for I am ready. I will take what is mine with fire and blood.
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