The Berserker and the Black Spheres (Part I)

The Berserker and the Black Spheres (Part I)

I did not realize this wall was here.

It hides part of you from me.

Did I simply over look it or is it new?

I do know as time goes by it gets stronger.

Let me scale it, but I see no foot holds.

Then I think I will walk around it.

Then I realize I can walk around it.

What is inside, I still cannot see?

I look up and notice something odd.

It is not a wall at all that surrounds you.

Is it a dome, I wonder?

I step back further and see indeed it is.

Well then I will have to dig.

I will get under this dome.

However, alas when I do I see it is not a dome.

I know now it is a sphere.

I thought I knew what was important to you.

Now I see you outside and inside the sphere.

What is outside, I can feel and be touched!

That which lies inside I can only guess.

I knock on the dome, and you do not answer.

However, now I sense someone else inside with you.

I can feel his twisting of that you that dwells there.

I back up and run head long into the sphere.

Breach it, do I not, just pain I feel.

You twist your name by adding his.

The name I gave you in this wondrous land.

I see the dark sphere grower bigger.

What is in this sphere?

I stand horrified as I see it growing.

It grows when in a weakness, you give him numbers.

They lead to all of you, allowing him to separate us.

Again, I run at it and stabbing pain is all I receive.

I see even his name is written upon you.

Oh, this is something you did not want from me.

It puzzles me, yet more comes to me.

You wipe my name from your shadow.

Again a weakness you say, and we both cry.

Within the sphere, I hear you pleading.

You say it will cost me, but I put your name back.

I say in anger come out of there.

No you say because I don't want you to see.

I could exchange him for another, but he might be worse.

It cannot be me? You say no because you love me.

I could just leave this strange fun land you say.

Tears run down both our faces.

I say no, I know the foreboding sphere will not go.

So we stay and play, but more twisting I see.

He makes you sit in solitude.

Again, he makes you cry as I stand and watch.

Why do you want this? I wonder?

Yet again the sphere does grow and engulfs more of you.

I hear from the voices that surround me.

Leave her, it is best.

Let it go; she must decide to push him aside.

However, another says, you must play the player.

Finally, I have a Zen moment, and I am at peace.

It lasted for all too short a time as I listened to you.

You say he reminded you of me.

To my heart the pain this brought, I cannot describe.

Emotions seem not to work.

I will try facts and figures but to no avail.

These only upset you and you told me to stop,

So with great sadness I removed.

At each of these, it grew bigger.

He becomes stronger and tightens his grip.

You said yet again I am in control,

I wonder what about your weak moments?

A bell rings out in the night.

She sings; he is working her hard.

For hours on end, he tries to break her.

I wonder what will be the next weakness.

There are so many voices resounding in my head and heart.

Then I spy upon this vast plain. I see another sphere.

Black as her's I see.

Ah I say it is that which is inside me.

As I am watching the two spheres, I hear something.

My ears hear a sound, a low thump, thump.

I look up, and I see him; I see me.

I should see one red and one blue dragon.

To my horror, I do not, there be only one.

It/I am an angry deep magenta color.

The yin and yang have merged.

He/I am in berserker mode; this is not good I moan.

They should not be merged.

In this mode, the balance is wrong.

I have held things at bay to long.

Will I be forgiven?

The dragon belches fire.

Its flame hits my sphere.

Slowly, it pushes it towards your sphere.

Now they are almost touching.

Blast after blast does it, try against the spheres.

They glow an angry red but do not crack or open.

Suddenly, the berserker explodes.

It rains down thousands of fragments upon the spheres.

The fragments slowly coalesce,

Like sticky honey the red blobs combine,

Slowly, the blue comes together.

The chaos clears, and each dragon emerges once again.

They entwine again with much struggle.

The balance of yin and yang is restoring.

With twisting and turning the two spheres are embraced.

I see now a figure eight laying on its side.

Within each circle, a sphere lies,

On the left, one rests and on the right the other.

The spheres cool and once again are black.

A moon like globe approaches  from above.

To be continued.......

Author's Note

Many songs were going through my mind, and in my ears when I wrote this.
However, the one below does kind of sum it all up.

Reviews

[B]

Oh what happens next ...... Is there a second part

[H.L. Cerveise]

The second part is still in transit since real/virtual life has moved slower lately, which I am glad for, the pace the first part came to fast and was overwhelming.