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The Creature.
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The Creature. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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We created a creature, began with gentle feeding. Small, it looked at us with pleading eyes. So we fed it, gave it our bodies, it still wanted more. Gave it our brains, it devoured them quickly. Gave it our heart, it chewed them, gushing rich blood onto us. We pleaded it go, it went and we forgot it was there. Until we slept darkly. It entered our dreams, sucked all our past while we slept shivering. We woke and pleaded it come back, we hated it, but it was part of us. We needed it, loathed it, but wanted it. ''Anything we will give, come back to us torment of our souls'' Returning it divided like a worm, entering us seperately, crying like a baby to come back together to make it whole, let it pupate. To hide and metamorph, shifting shape inside skin semi-transparent until it suddenly burst open, split and opening it's cocoon, with water gushing out. Unfurling wings of fire and colours of flame. Flying to heaven with our lives inside its body, its very wings. |
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Clang Member
since 2005-12-15
Posts 222 |
This is dark and really cool. Great write! |
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