Part VII:
The Specter of Darkness No.1
The Specter of Darkness No.1
The sun's bright beams, the stars agleam, a tale yet to be told,
A Maiden fair, a Fool in love, their future's path unfolds.
A test descends from heavens high, to challenge hearts below,
A storm arrives, its shadows cast, love's path obscured in woe.
A specter lurks with whispers cold, ensnaring the Fool in fear,
It steals their joy, leaves naught but gloom, as darkness draws near.
The Maiden, radiant and true, extends her saving hand,
Her light shines bright in tempest's night, against the dark she stands.
Yet blinded by his own dismay, the Fool fails to perceive,
The Maiden's grace, her guiding light, in shadows he grieves.
The specter triumphs, sorrow reigns, in shadows they abide,
The Fool is lost, the Angel's grace, from wisdom he's denied.
As dawn breaks forth, the truth unfolds, the Angel's light so clear,
But days go by, the Maiden fades, her presence disappears.
The specter lingers, in sorrow's grip, the Fool left to mourn,
In endless night, his spirit fights, his heart forever torn.
From realms above, a father's love knows,
His son holds his Maiden dear, his heart, a father knows.
His son shall rise, defy demise, to fight for this Maiden of pure gold,
And in the end, love's light will mend, as their hearts once more unfold.
Introduction:
Life is never fair. In 2022, my father unexpectedly passed away. He had been so eager for our family trip to Malaysia—a journey I had finally convinced him to embark upon, accompanied by my mother, aunts, and cousins. It was to be our last pilgrimage to the homeland.
Upon returning from a brief business trip, my parents visited and brought lunch to my home. I told them I would see them in a few days; that was the last conversation I had with my father.
During this turbulent time, I met Alexandra. I shared with her my deep desire to meet her, yet I was enveloped in grief. She understood, and eventually, we met.
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Little did I know, Alexandra was a gift from the Universe in such troubled times. My father would have loved her, for the comfort that she would ultimately give to me as I tear up in front of her - this one bright star during my darkest times.
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