The sound reverberates from the ceiling to the floor.
Again, once more.
“A knock on my door? But it’s so late. I wonder who’s it for?”
“It’s Me, let me in.” says a profound haunting voice
“Who’s this Me? Let’s see Me.”
I stumble to the barrier between this visitor who had never visited before. A single deep umber eye looks through the peephole of my soul.
“Who else? Your Want and your Desires… Grant me thoroughfare or must I pay a toll?”
A man but not just any man.
“An angel sent from heaven to knock on my door?”
I’m blinded by his light, his aquamarine eyes and his supple marmol skin; exquisite, divine. But wait, I shake from the resulting diplopia within.
“I am your Longing, your Wisdom and more… I am all your senses heightened, happiness galore.”
The pupil of my umber eye widens and through the tunnel of reality and irrationality, I see the veil of liars.
Beyond the masquerade of beauty, fine promises and hominid looking; an amorphous being of shadow and disdain.
Again and again.
His angelic presence fading and a proxy convexing; unflagging.
“What is it you want? I have nothing for you here?”
I hold unto my acuity and muster up the courage against his pertinacity.
“You have something I NEED. But please, forgive my forward idiom. I’ve come for your volition.”
“The greatest treasure given to me at birth? You must be crazy!”
The power squeezing out from my girth.
“And in return, your velleity will be yours.”
“There is no need, my wishes I can obtain with a little hard work.”
“Then what of your love? I know for whom you heart pines for. Surrender your volition and Isaac is as good as yours.”
“No, thank you. The man who will love me will come on his own.”
I could sense his desperation in ascension. The idea of stealing my will absolute. I held the heaviness of the door on my shoulders. Resolute.
And then, he was gone, leaving a bilious sheath over my home. Who would ever believe…
“A demon at my door?”
The story on an ancient battle between man and his inner darkest self.
The key is to have an iron will.