The Comming

I am peaceful within the light and it is a comfort.

I would speak splintering delusions, that my pain is as yet, unknowing.

That the feeling creature will be born, sinful and black amongst the spirits of the air if change cannot be wrought.

I can almost taste the green impressions of earth and an Eden newly made.

 

Within the electric towers of my thoughts, to this dungeon that is my heart, my inner demon pokes his murky evil against the light.

His ideas of faith have died at a crossroads.

Humming sensations beneath his breath, he feels the comming arrival of a birthed era. 

The feeling will come, sinister and desirous below the earth and light.

I invoke dry signs of antiquated memory about the world to mask my fear.

Awaken!

The evil must not continue, dark and dour before the light.

I absolve thee my brother!

Retreat, translucent and restless over the horizon to cool dark places.

With regret I must unlearn the past and strive to a more blissful future.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Nusquam Esse]

I especially enjoyed the last two lines, but all in all this was enjoyable to read. An enjoyable piece of prose indeed. Only real recommendations here would be your usage of comming. Technically it is not a typo; but it is an obsolete/archaic spelling which seems out of place. Your style in this piece just doesn't seem old enough for this obsolete form; so I would recommend just sticking with coming. But hey, perhaps you are trying to make it stand out? But to most people it will just look like a typo, unless they are familiar with older literature.

[Sami Khalil]

We should not retreat when awakened by the truth. Bravo..........