Darkness sets …an anguished cry escapes, echoes and fades.
Like a wave, breaking on a boulder; cursing the wind, skies, and moon.
This is Whisper.
Whisper is death.
Whisper is affliction.
Whisper is …silent.
My name is Brink; yes that is my full name. I was born of Whisper, born from a demon possessed and hungry with power.
She is the mother of the silent abandoned.
I am, and I am not.
I live, and I live not.
I die, and I die not.
I am the core of nothingness that resides inside every being.
The on that brings them to the brink of their destinies.
I unify.
I break apart.
Yes, I am a contradiction.
I am a raging cry, but a gently whisper.
An inner agony.
A pained reflection.
Whisper is my guardian.
I am an island, surrounded by her jealousy.
I do not have many friends.
Whisper paints the bark with her aqua hues, and hence paints the rocks with the bark’s despair.
Darkness sets …an anguished cry escapes, echoes and fades.
Like a crack in the edge of darkness, an unsettling symbol of destiny
This is Brink
Brink is destiny.
Brink is purpose.
Brink is …impulse.
My name is Whisper; yes that is my full name. I was born of the Greater, and the essence of Brink.
He is the son of the forthcoming doom.
I am, and I am not.
I live, and I live not.
I die, and I die not.
I am the core of nothingness that resides inside every being.
The one that brings pain, affliction and prosperity.
I whisper.
I scream.
Yes, I am a contradiction.
I am a raging cry, but a gently whisper.
An inner agony.
A pained reflection.
It is my purpose to defend Brink.
I am a force, surrounded by evil.
I do not have many friends.
Whisper paints the bark with her aqua hues, and hence paints the rocks with the bark’s despair.
Brink’s heart beats, and breathes life whilst emitting an ominous truth, and hence his heart is the essence of truth itself.
For all who dare attempt to walk upon these shores or sail these ere seas…
Welcome to hell.
This poem is a conversation between destiny and force. Destiny is represented by an Island called Brink (as in reaching the brink of a new discovery), where forceis represented by a surrounding sea called Whisper (a silent screaming death *Irony). They are also represented as mother and son. A strong-willed force protecting new discoveries and new destinies. An idea that however many things there are in life that try to take your destiny from you, it will be protected. What is your "Whipser?" What protects your destiny? Perhaps ...Whisper and Brink are the same thing ... Be passionate about protecting your dreams :)