Comic relief

I physically cringed posting this Hol, I hope yours doesn't give you the heebies

The hill stands seemingly indomitable, at the apex a black figure looms over the hill, indistinct yet worryingly recognisable. I am free, the nature of life flows through my body, pulsating power, an insatiable desire burns deep radiating outwards to eternity. A strong wind blows in across my cheek, long mocking laughs echo into my ear. I laugh back. He is here, he would say he has always been here. I believe him now.
For now I see, the road has only one end and only one keeper. But there is no reason to stop. I have come as close as I may without causing attention. Yet now recognition has found me and there is no turning back. The figure grows as he walks down the road and as I stride up it. Two sentinels of darkness on a course that only goes one where. There is a distinct familiarity to this scene, not prophetic but as an encapsulation of life. Moments of a life’s time spent, which in microcosm represent the whole. A choice of what you wish to remember yourself as, picture frames for forever. These moments are mine. The laughing continues but it is background noise now, as the heart slows its pumping of the chemicals necessary to overcome fear. Strangely I thought I no longer had need of them. He comes. As I bear witness to the scene outside of myself I realise this is truly him and I, a classical meeting of two lost souls on the barren road to no-when, a time beyond the universe yet within the world.

I begin to understand the appeal of forever, no change is easy and no significant change comes without pain. I have suffered at the altar of happiness long enough to know I have paid my dues, have offered both fee and bonus to get me to this point. He is upon me. And I stand, as I must, while the frozen sword slides through my body, which reacts with the most feral of cries. I have become. As he falls dead to the ground I smile, every order must change and now freedom is assured, all I have to do is walk away. My next step up the hill loosens some bones. The next sees me coming and understands, there is a ponderous slowness to her movements, an understanding of time and its requirements. She is vast, divorced from size and shape, befuddling to the eye and confusing to the senses. I feel her coming in my new soul, her identity written into my body, a tangible contradiction of lust and loathing, dragging me all ways but forward. The way I wish to go. She straddles the path, all paths, from here to everywhere is but a step and as I transverse the birth and death of universes it becomes one. She is Me. We are. We swell, the room her soul requires is vast and He and I must make room.