Far Far Faraway

Sightless beings, in the darkest search of the nebula found souls not close to that babe called Pain. A pursuit as such gave nights-sleepless to residents shy of the starry way. It was in the gloomiest moment of the ambient search did mother partition her shade, all in all, unleashing the hurt from deep within her mirror.  An image reflected now impressed fortified protection against evil-eyers that sought after a child precious.

 Yet silence, once golden, had lost its touch and on the eve of her burial, unleashed a wild-chase of voices heard, unseen.  A trail of wailers and nuns alike, processed to the grave sight along she, the child called Pain. It was in that instance that the babe that once laid in arms now cold spoke words - yes those words I loved You.

  And there, there was great calm stirred in stiff air - a pause as though erred young thiefs had stolen the sky's light. 

And there, there was a stillness in the brevity of that minute - as though infinite was made countable. 

For that child, so precious in all her innocence and careless with glee, lost she- her mother and protector to the dust. 

For that child, who knew no err or justice fought, made a vow to let this good-bye be her last.

If love, thought she the orphaned-child,  so sweet and gentle could steal away her first-love, then she'd had rather none and lost nothing than to have had and lost all. And if love, could clear away all pain and wipe away the waters of her soul, then why did he - the beast whose blood run through her vessels - murder love cherished by his own.

It was in this stillness, were gravity had lost its pull while widening the great expanse - that they came. The ones that searched for she, as she painted her fourth stroke.

This i called,  Ambience. 

Author's Note

Finally finished this chapter :) Thank you for all the waited. I hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it for you.