Metamorphoses of The Ephemeral

A path with a luminous star at the end, a guiding light in the distance shimmering,
Only rising as the night grows more wintry as the shadows reach for the heart longing to be cherished once again.

Following the night, as the black creeps through skin and bone.
Uncaring and all consuming. Winds howling and cheering for the darkness.

Fog and dust eclipsing the last glimpses of the day.
Just a sombre moon to watch over the ways of the lost.
Lastly, only the sounds of creatures in the distance to guide and lead them forward.

Gliding on the winds of time throughout eternity in the search for the lost and limitless.
Piercing like thunder, rushing like an avalanche throughout the valley, a cry.
Heard only by one wayward soul.
Curiosity leading, instincts following, heart beating.

Sneaking through the misty realms,
Following aimlessly in the hopes of finding something, anything, capable of anything other than misery in the dark.

Flying, seamlessly traveling with the shadows now, reaching inside them, getting colder.
The nether absorbing mind and body, in an act of merciless, uncaring fusion.
Ripping soul from body.

“Will they rise?”, the fading moon asks the leviathans way below, preparing for a feast.
One last cry of agony penetrating the storm brewing around.

“Spread your wings”, whisper the stars high above towards the murky earth.
How is one soul supposed to fight off the night without the will to carry on?
A flash, a glimmer in the all consuming, unforgiving shroud.

Shadows manifesting behind but a creature to be made out in the front.
Struggling forward reaching for something seemingly unreachable.
The sinister reeling in the catch of the day, searing through flesh, greedily staring.

“Fly”, the animal now more than just a faint silhouette in the distance, proclaiming, challenging the hurricane to come.

Pain and agony, a feast for the monsters lurking just a few feet away, grasping for the sorry soul.
Roaming towards the tired eyes, a blur of red and white.

Arm extending, fingers searching, straining towards the corporeal.

A second stretching, almost into the infinite as panic sets in. Being dragged, torn apart.

“So close, and yet so far”, spoke the clouds towards the despairing wanderer.

One last time, struggling to lift themselves. Eyes searching the impenetrable curtains.

Ascending, wings marbled with streams of crimson.
Vortexes ripping the light from the stars, focusing into one heart.
Splitting the walls with a sword of burning stars, encircled by a zephyr of a harrowed mind.
Rising, shining brighter than the sun ever could, a heart touched by the ineffable.

All remaining a fox, a new dawn and a smile.
As a soft breeze carries them away together into a new day.