The Sun and the Recluse
Dark,
desolate and morose a man’s habitat had been, since he came of age;
In
his stare-down with the crippling Winter, neither backed down nor softened
their gaze.
Solitude
and agony has always been his norm,
‘til
the day the Sun emerged and showed its radiant form.
Through
its sunshine, the Sun gave him warmth and brightened up his day;
The
snow started to melt, and he thought, maybe the eternal winter is fading away.
The
ray of light the Sun shone on him, painted a new life prospect;
Maybe
solitude wasn’t the only answer, and love is something he can expect.
He
arose from his voluntary confinement, and stared at the Sun high up in the sky,
Thinking
that just like Icarus, he could spread his wings, and fly to the Sun’s nigh.
Fighting
against all odd, he raced towards the Sun,
Oblivious
of his upcoming fate which would never be undone.
The
radiance which once brightened his day, now incinerated his wings,
And
he started spiraling downwards into what seemed like an eternal abyss.
Plummeting
through the sky, he saw his Sun slowly hiding behind the Eclipse.
The
sight of which tormented him the most, even more than the approaching Tartarus
Pit.
The Pit
became his abode, as he came to terms with the eternal darkness,
With
the realization that, it was not so different from the Winter he used to face.
Both
are dreary, dark and filled with desolation,
Yet
somehow each turned out to be tranquil and unlikely companion.
Staring
into the darkness, he remembered old memories:
How
the Sun once brought happiness and shared his reveries.
In
this eternal darkness, he wanted to be with the Sun for one last moment,
To
bask in its radiance just once, and then return to his atonement.
But
his naïve yearning was soon followed by an obvious catharsis,
The
Sun is gone forever, and all he has left now is solitude in this infinite
Tartaric abyss!
