DEFEATED

Today I lost, I was consciously defeated, I feel the hapiness taken away, I feel the distant victory hurting vividly and fresh as my open wounds. I suffer the failure of this battle; I'm on the ground, lost and confused facing my own faith getting gloomy and dark, my destiny seems now like a black and violent day at dusk.

Hunted by the beast, terrified and captivated, I'm shatered watching the lugubrious night, being a witness of the bloody spectacle of me dying by a king's jaws. I am facing the executioner's clear eyes, feeling fangs breaking into me, rusty and yellow fangs that once were sharped by my own words, ilusions and cowardice. Tepid, red blood bursting it's banks like the source of existance; I am in the middle of the arena experiencing the most intense moment of my life: my death.

The blinding defeat weighs on my soul, it intensely shines as gold inside my spirit, irradiates light coming from my sadness; this voluptuous failure transforms it's overwhelming atrocity and glow into a unusual beautiful, morbid and fascinating scene. Shaken and ecstatic, with no more senses than my thoughts, I walk absorbed by shadows into the twilight, I hear my own voice singing along with the heavenly choir: the hymn of the redeemed !