| Subject: Joy amongst the departed |
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Date Posted: 12:44:19 01/31/03 Fri
Laughter ringed across the void, rippled across the plains and meadows, as the squirrle stops from gathering his nuts, sniffing the air..sensing...wrong, his entire body suddenly quivering in fear..so deep..so filled with a vitriol terror his heart explodes into a thousand shards of crystaline sadness.
It continued to shred the joy and gladness of the world, the ill earth bane of it all, pulsating emerald covering the land..nay..not the natural green of the earth..but of that which resides in the deepest bowels of the Earth Mother, the children she keeps imprisoned till the arch of time itself crumbles...a mist of ivy, clinging to the soul...a literal moral poison, tainting the soul..the spirit...denying it the nature it held...
Suddenly this air of tension is gathered up, a scythe sweeping the chaft from the grain so quickly the memory of despair dismissed as deju vu, a passing annoyance of the psyche. The emerald ocean rolling toward a paradox, the stablity of vertigo...the center of the vortex...a single man standing upon the bluff of a mountain, gusts of god's own breath moving his long silver treshes as some banner of rightouness, reflecting the dimming sunlight into a thousand kaledipoic crystals...
Ebony skin shining with vitality and youth...with power. Each muscle sculpted into his flesh by a master of the art, each perfection...each beautiful. Each line seeming to draw the seer upwards..toward the eyes...the burning abyss as the trap is suddenly known...
No angel is this..but a being of pure malice.
The ember continually consuming itself, rolling over and over into the inferno of his soul, as the mans dark black clothes..each leather garmet featuring symbols and runes that seem to draw one into vertigo and madness as he cups his hand outward..gently caressing the despair that manifested itself...the fear as he seemingly draws it within his outstretched palm...a glowing globe...putrid and the color of rotting flesh, even as the stench seems to pulsate with that of the damned...
He lightly mutters a word, eldrich and filled with a beauty unheard of..even among the elves, as the globe gives off a brilliant burst of light...and gently floats up, towards the sun...seeming to be absorbed by that great sphere of gold, cracks of emerald streaming thru it..then fading from view...
The figure simply smiles, encompassing the pain that all felt from his presence...
" It is finished..the Sunbane...tomorrow is a sun of pestlinence....What now Zenra...what will you do this time to stop me? Quiver in your tower you wretched waif of a god! None exist now...the souls that existed to give you strength are now dead...WHAT NOW ZENRA?! " he crackled to the setting sun, his midnight wings arching outward in his mirth, his message being sent by the winds..as if hermes himself delivered the grim news....
And in each ear...the choir is known, his vanity at its fullest as ever before...as the sky slowly darkens as the sun disappears..the sky....turning to that of blood...a omen for things to come.
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