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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Feengurs Once upon a dream undone, In a land far away... The undead spoke, and the world awoke To ghosts of yesterday. Driven, deranged, all life estranged Once viewed through emptied eyes; They gathered ranks, and swords and shanks— Set forth to claim their prize. Wizards, warriors, rogues and priests, The army was quite daunting. Where those they didn't kill, at least They would be ever haunting. When from the ashes, from the screams— From streams of bodies falling; A leader rose amidst the throes, A conqueror of calling. Her name was Feengurs, rightly so; Those digits ne'er stopped moving. Fate's to anoint, there was a point She would never stop proving. The poisoned bride of love denied— Of gathered misconception; She took the pain of broken chain In a whole new direction. We followed her, a dreadful blur Answering Night's endeavor... As rivals fell, allies as well, In her quest for forever. Till, all alone, upon the throne Of nothing left to conquer, I bent a knee, and gave the plea, Ever to be her sponser. One 'live, one dead, hungers unfed, The world became our palace. I gave a toast too all love most, While she emptied the chalice. All life grown dim within the glim Of anticlimaxation; I burned and bled, and drank the dread Offered of such a station. Pulse falling dire, unyielding ire, I found there was no easing This want— this need— this outright greed I had no way of pleasing. Her eyeballs drained, her smile profaned, I soon found myself running From death, as sure as hate was pure, In the face of one so cunning. She turned on me, quick as can be, In hand a polished dagger. Her scream, a seam ripped free from dream, God, how it made me stagger. Hand two, for true, my heart was due... I looked to see her smiling; Feeling the pull of her song's lull. Oh yeah, she was beguiling. The winds grew chill, near drained of will, This was the path I'd chosen... For what it's worth, to 'ends of earth Where we faced off, near frozen. Heartless and dead, a voice in head Revealed our newfound illness. I pulled her close, sweet and morose, Then loved her into stillness. And it's eerie, and it's leery To watch the undead die. What you'd believe— what you would grieve— What crawls from a dry eye. Though now I'm king, don't mean a thing In the wake of such madness. I still lie here, the moonlight drear Upon these pools of sadness. Undead retreat, quest incomplete, Infernal black invading. My thoughts all haze, through the dark maze Of soft silence cascading. 'Look to a sky, met with a sigh, As eternal night lingers... Trying to pry, evermore I, My heart from cold, dead Feengurs. Michael Anderson 11/12/2013 [This message has been edited by Michael (08-03-2019 02:59 AM).] |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
Lengthy, but has an entertaining story. I really liked the way you play on "feengurs". Ingenuous! Touch, but don't look |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I thought I knew the end that was coming and I was wrong!!! Your ending was much better. Enjoyed! Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
WoW! I was quite mesmerized, Michael. I loved this ride of terror you took me on. Yes! ~*~ Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.--James Joyce ~*~ |
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