Riding a black wave,
carried by nothingness,
Lizzie and the witch swim,
drowning in torments.
But suddenly Lizzie sees...
an island, a peak, a roof.
She clings to it,
tears herself from the dark current.
All is calm here.
It's a rock,
its softness surrounded by black water.
Sea spray sticks to the hair,
sea spray sticks to the cheeks.
Lizzie kept a piece
of the darkness with her.
It is cold.
It is calm in her hands.
She speaks to it.
There can be no horror without solace.
Nor fight without truce.
Lizzie can rest a bit.
We'll stay on the rock for a while.
She'll keep
the piece of darkness with her.
She will warm it up within her.
In her lap, she will transform it.
Meanwhile, Marianne too is reborn.
Somewhere new in the world
to procreate in,
somewhere to inflict harm,
to torment and destroy.
And after that?
After what?
After, we shall see.
The ocean will say.
Come what may.
This is from Marianne(a french Netflix horror series). If you love horror shit and you haven't watched it yet, go do that,
it's the BEST I've experienced in horror, and i watch a lot of it; the plotline is incredible and so are the actual horror scenes, the actors are absolutely perfect in every aspect.
Watch it in French, not English, it seems creepier that way.