Sucno on DeviantArthttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/https://www.deviantart.com/sucno/art/Wings-for-the-setting-sun-244186294Sucno

Deviation Actions

Sucno's avatar

Wings for the setting sun

By
Published:
1.7K Views

Description

- No image editing software used -

I am wretched. And was never anything else.

They once called me a vagabond, a thief and swindler, but now they yell out to me: Lord! Master! It is funny how fast the insults can turn to praises and how people that once gave chase start now kneel and beg. It was not always so and many battles were needed to be fought to earn the privilege of such lies.

I recall that even from an early age I have swindled and deceived. The rise of the sun bore the birth of villain. Surely it's blood coloring would serve well for nothing but an omen of my birth. I was skilled and damned so I‘ve quickly risen up through the ranks of scoundrels and rogues and had thus earned the respect of some and, consequently, the despisal of more.

Nimble fingers and a silver tongue were my tools of trade; my philosopher’s stone that turned blood into gold. In time I had no enemies of concern and had free rule over my little kingdom from which the sun rays that shined from their highest point could only illuminate the sins imprinted in the trail of blood and sorrow that I've left behind.

And that was how I spent my days: Building a small empire from human misery, profiting on vices, indulging in the acts of damnation and ultimately, trading with souls. All of that I've done until one day..It was very unlike any other. In dusk I was visited by a divine being with beauty of unfathomable magnitude. An encounter that changed everything. It spread it's wings and I stood...

Such beauty and magnificence! The wings, soaked of sunset, moved ever gracefully on the gentle breeze as if dancing to the somber beat of life. The image was instantly etched forever in my mind. I've felt great pain staring towards the sun, but nonetheless, I would not turn my view, and in reply the seraphic figure gazed back at me, even though I could not see well his eyes because of his silver strands of hair, I bore no doubt that he was looking at me. He stood silently, moving not an inch, making not a sound. I did not quite understand all of this and I've certainly had many questions, which I nurture to this day. I asked none of them then, nor would I now, given a second chance. Words would be pale and bleak, and would do nothing to enlighten more which can be felt.

I do not know how much time I have spend standing on the hot sand, enamored by the divine presence before me. Nothing mattered then, why would time? But I've felt it lasted quite long, yet, not the very least surprising, not enough. And in a brief eternity, all was over. The mystical creature slowly turned his wings and started walking away from me into the sunset. I did not follow, but rather continue to let myself be captivated by the last glimpses of the setting sun and the glowing sand.

It was that experience, it was that encounter with the absolute beauty that had changed my life, that had changed me forever. As the light of the sun finally died out it gave place to the silver linings of the moon, and I awaited them with great anticipation. Under those silver strands, my body lay lifeless on the cold dark stone.

You will pardon my metaphors, but I dare to hope you will allow this old charlatan a final play on words so maybe you would understand my motives.

The world, in truth, an ugly stage of lust, greed and self-righteousness was carefully set to play out a myriad of acts of violence, murder, theft and deceits.. Oh, was it not so brilliantly played out by the performers with an ambition noteworthy for anyone set on survival and pleasures? Perform or perish; the theater knows not of democracy. There was only one play, a foul, disgusting play, and all competed with a fiery, devilish, passion. I was certainly one of the top performers, and many a men have I driven off the stage beforehand, without the tiniest sense of remorse yet an overabundant sense of pride that has filled my lungs as did steel those men. But I have seen what others' eyes have not. I have witnessed a new play. And for the first time I was but a spectator engulfed in the awe aspiring performance of the purest beauty. Being so bounded we could not know any other way, and could not see how filthy and barren were our lives. I would not bare any further to bemire the stage with my filth, which was being prepared for such a divine spectacle, so I've readily bowed out. Others continue to dance to the broken music, until the hour in which they would realize that the old lights need to die out so that the new ones can flare up and give way to a new beginning. A new life has spread it's wings and from bellow all of us sinners will rest in it's shadow and enjoy it in silence and in peace.

----------
Comments are very appreciated for the image and the story.
Image size
1280x1646px 1.33 MB
Comments7
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
joey85's avatar
love the picture..... sooo close to what i see, i see dark blue flames/ tiny static white electric crackles emminating out from the point on the back where the wings broke free from the flesh to streatch and soar!! :)