Monday, 12 September 2016

Disturbing Dream

A brief moment but one saturated in twisted anguish
No hope to be found in this pit of despair, absorbing all willpower in its atmosphere
Covered a dark crimson, a vacuum free of any comfort
The sharp smell of blood and death surrounds everything
Two towering presences looming, with a presence striking terror in all who dare arrive
Standing atop a mountain of those already punished
A void of darkness, the harbinger of death
A burning skeleton of power, the one who shall pass judgement
Guardians of the first gate
Protectors as the Queen of Maggots awaits
The two stand in wait of their signal
A prophecy repeated through time

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