I had a dream that I was dead.
Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.
They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.
I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.
I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.
I had a dream that I was alive.
:In the Halls of Awaiting - 1: by Arkeresia, literature
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:In the Halls of Awaiting - 1:
Long are the lonely years;
Slowly pass these days in undying land,
In the divine light where I wait
...in the dark.
Insomnium, 2002
The small, floating skull bobbed rhythmically up and down, fluttering leathery black wings as it stared blankly out into the purplish haze of the distance. The pinkish glow of it's one unbandaged eye lowered into a frown, and it spun back on itself, drifting a short distance to rest upon the shoulder of it's blue-skinned master, who was lounging haphazardly between two spiky turrets of an enormous drawbridge, which looked to be set on an island floating entirely on magenta air.
"You do realise we've been
Only the dead are welcome here;
To the stillness of ashes and dust,
Our bitter union in the tides of Void,
Without pain, without thought, without lust.
Without pain, you say?
Then scarce know you of the dead.
For we seethe with the throb of loneliness,
As soulless sighs; our tears are shed.
Without thought, you say?
Then scarce feel you of the dead.
Whilst endless days condemn all to misery;
Memories of love are to black fires fed.
Without lust, you say?
Then scarce care you of the dead.
Our weeping hearts beat only with longing;
Though our passion in vile pools bled.
Only withered dreams thrive here;
Cursed with
Halls of Awaiting - Prologue by Arkeresia, literature
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Halls of Awaiting - Prologue
In the Halls of Awaiting
"Beyond enchanted sea, wistful is my sleep
Darkness by my side; through the dreary night
Will you follow me, through eternity
To another world, to the quiet halls..."
"In the Halls of Awaiting", Insomnium, 2002.
Prologue
When the living depart; do you believe a heart lives on?
What if, when a soul dies, their heart must cling to a single being: their single most precious thing they leave behind?
What if the endless twilight of the afterlife cannot be faced alone; after the solemn bitterness of death? Surely a heart would grope in the fading light of thei
Halls of Awaiting - Intro by Arkeresia, literature
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Halls of Awaiting - Intro
In the Halls of Awaiting
Introduction
"Do you walk in mourning, still wear the grief
Raiment of sorrow, remembrance of me
Through the years of bleakness, winters of bitter cold
Will you not forget me, forsake my soul
...Low-spirited is my song, downhearted my tune..."
Chrigel Ville's demise was not a pleasant one.
As he opened his sore eyes blankly to view the pulsating tones of purple and black before him, hi