touchable

He walked the dark and frosty road feeling the evil, senses twitched, by the demon manifest around him. But, he had known it; the truth and slowly, as he moved, the turbulence of the evil, the shout of silence died down.

He could now see the flame, feel the warmth; experience the energy. The power inside grew and he rose above the pitiful darkness, drifting towards freedom, effortlessly. He could now see the many in distress, searching for the truth, refusing, but to accept the light. He was drawn to them, longing to help the countless fight the darkness, to let them feel each other, for them to attain freedom. He could not leave like this, not after he had known it all. Pulled back, by his own will into the darkness he sank; with a flame-the future not set.

The manifest shook, feeling the power unleashed.