Dark Light
To Fin - My Beloved, My Light Between Worlds
In the hush between moonrise and memory,
between all that was and all that may yet be
there you are.
You, whose name burns softly in the space
where stars forget to fade.
You, whose hand I would take
even through fire,
even through a thousand crumbling worlds,
even through the portal of all things unknown.
They say there is light and there is dark,
but they do not know us.
They do not know how we shimmer in both.
How your laughter rewrites fate.
How your heart is the lantern I would follow
into any shadow.
This story is for you
the elf I reached for,
the wolf who ran,
the promise that held.
Not in spite of the storm,
but because we danced through it
and dared to call it home.
You are the only magic I believe in.
You are the only world I choose.
Always with so much love,
Andy
In the hush between moonrise and memory,
between all that was and all that may yet be
there you are.
You, whose name burns softly in the space
where stars forget to fade.
You, whose hand I would take
even through fire,
even through a thousand crumbling worlds,
even through the portal of all things unknown.
They say there is light and there is dark,
but they do not know us.
They do not know how we shimmer in both.
How your laughter rewrites fate.
How your heart is the lantern I would follow
into any shadow.
This story is for you
the elf I reached for,
the wolf who ran,
the promise that held.
Not in spite of the storm,
but because we danced through it
and dared to call it home.
You are the only magic I believe in.
You are the only world I choose.
Always with so much love,
Andy
The portal shimmered like moonlight on a still lake, suspended in the clearing that once echoed with laughter and vows. It hadn’t always been there. But Onorfin had felt it for weeks now, a pull beneath his skin, a whisper from another world. The ancient call of Arda. Of home.
DP stood just beyond the ring of stones that circled the glade. He hadn’t stepped closer. Not yet.
"You feel it too," Onorfin said softly. His silver hair shifted in the breeze, catching the starlight. He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He always knew when DP was there.
"I feel you," DP replied. His voice, low and rough, carried more than just words. It carried ache.
Silence stretched between them. The kind that feels like the edge of something breaking.
"It won’t stay open forever," Onorfin added. "They’ve called. I have to answer."
DP stepped forward at last. Into the ring. Into the light. His eyes were shadows, rimmed with gold. His jaw tense.
"Do you want to go?" he asked.
Onorfin finally looked at him. His gaze was heartbreakingly calm. "It’s not about want. It’s what I am. Who I was... before this world. Before you."
Those words hit like a blade.
DP looked away.
"So I’m just the in-between? The detour on your road home?"
Onorfin closed the space between them in three silent steps and reached out, brushing his fingers down DP's scarred cheek.
"You were never a detour," he said. "You were the only part that felt real."
The portal pulsed brighter. It was time.
"You should go," DP said, stepping back. The pain in his chest was suffocating. He could feel the wolf in him clawing to the surface, desperate to howl, to break. "You don’t belong here anymore."
Onorfin turned. One foot crossed the threshold. His form shimmered, becoming almost translucent.
"Darkpassion."
DP didn’t answer.
"Come with me."
That stopped him. Every hair on his body rose. The wolf froze mid-snarl.
"What?"
Onorfin stood half-in, half-out of the other world. Starlight curved around him, beckoning. "Come with me. I don’t want a world without you."
DP shook his head, breath ragged. "I’m not one of your people. I don’t glow, Onorfin. I bleed. I break things. I don’t know how to belong there."
"Then let me show you."
And gods help him, DP ran. Ran straight into the light, into the unknown. The portal roared as it accepted him, wrapping around them both.
And then there was silence.
---
They stood in a forest of silver trees, their leaves glowing faintly with internal fire. It wasn’t Arda. Not fully. Not yet. Something in-between. A world remade.
Onorfin turned, pulling DP into his arms.
"You followed."
"I always will," DP whispered into his shoulder.
And for the first time since the stars began to sing, the light did not burn him.
It held him.
Together, they vanished into the dark light, not consumed, but transformed.
A myth reborn.
DP stood just beyond the ring of stones that circled the glade. He hadn’t stepped closer. Not yet.
"You feel it too," Onorfin said softly. His silver hair shifted in the breeze, catching the starlight. He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He always knew when DP was there.
"I feel you," DP replied. His voice, low and rough, carried more than just words. It carried ache.
Silence stretched between them. The kind that feels like the edge of something breaking.
"It won’t stay open forever," Onorfin added. "They’ve called. I have to answer."
DP stepped forward at last. Into the ring. Into the light. His eyes were shadows, rimmed with gold. His jaw tense.
"Do you want to go?" he asked.
Onorfin finally looked at him. His gaze was heartbreakingly calm. "It’s not about want. It’s what I am. Who I was... before this world. Before you."
Those words hit like a blade.
DP looked away.
"So I’m just the in-between? The detour on your road home?"
Onorfin closed the space between them in three silent steps and reached out, brushing his fingers down DP's scarred cheek.
"You were never a detour," he said. "You were the only part that felt real."
The portal pulsed brighter. It was time.
"You should go," DP said, stepping back. The pain in his chest was suffocating. He could feel the wolf in him clawing to the surface, desperate to howl, to break. "You don’t belong here anymore."
Onorfin turned. One foot crossed the threshold. His form shimmered, becoming almost translucent.
"Darkpassion."
DP didn’t answer.
"Come with me."
That stopped him. Every hair on his body rose. The wolf froze mid-snarl.
"What?"
Onorfin stood half-in, half-out of the other world. Starlight curved around him, beckoning. "Come with me. I don’t want a world without you."
DP shook his head, breath ragged. "I’m not one of your people. I don’t glow, Onorfin. I bleed. I break things. I don’t know how to belong there."
"Then let me show you."
And gods help him, DP ran. Ran straight into the light, into the unknown. The portal roared as it accepted him, wrapping around them both.
And then there was silence.
---
They stood in a forest of silver trees, their leaves glowing faintly with internal fire. It wasn’t Arda. Not fully. Not yet. Something in-between. A world remade.
Onorfin turned, pulling DP into his arms.
"You followed."
"I always will," DP whispered into his shoulder.
And for the first time since the stars began to sing, the light did not burn him.
It held him.
Together, they vanished into the dark light, not consumed, but transformed.
A myth reborn.
Shivers run through the spine
Of hope as she cries
The poisoned tears of a life denied
In the raven-black night
Holding hands with
Dark light
Come shine in her lost heart tonight
And blind
All fears that haunt her with your smile
Dark light
In oblivion's garden
Her body's on fire
Writhing towards the angel defiled
To learn how to die
In peace with her God
Dark light
Come shine in her lost heart tonight
And blind
All fears that haunt her with your smile
Dark light
Of hope as she cries
The poisoned tears of a life denied
In the raven-black night
Holding hands with
Dark light
Come shine in her lost heart tonight
And blind
All fears that haunt her with your smile
Dark light
In oblivion's garden
Her body's on fire
Writhing towards the angel defiled
To learn how to die
In peace with her God
Dark light
Come shine in her lost heart tonight
And blind
All fears that haunt her with your smile
Dark light
