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Flames and Fire

In a hand he wielded a sword, a sword of gold and sapphire .

In another he grasped a shield, a shield drenched in flames and fire.

Hacking and slashing his way through an army of zombies and ghouls.

He came unto an enchanted forest infested with living dead wolves.

As he rested taking a breath, a breath this brave bladen.

Glazing upon a cobble well saw an angel, a fair maiden.

The angel inquired, feeling the knight’s despair ,of his quest.

Burned alive by he beast were his unborn child and wife dearest.

Plunging herself in well bid him farewell the angel of avenge.

But not before she warned the knight of his shallow revenge.

Thunders screeched across heavens, devouring combustion filled the air.

All creatures fled the scene, our warrior hero nay budged a hair.

With eyes as that of a demon and his amor weak and frail.

He slid his vengeful sword through the mighty beast’s grail.

Upon returning victorious the crib sits silent just as before.

He roams the streets at night piecing his heart back together,

whore after whore.

Shadow

Once the Immortals judged the ways of a thousand mortals, a thousand mortals who did the same. Upon that very moment a shadow cast itself, a shadow with no name. It pierced the heart of two, one touched the sky, the other its twin. Floating across the crescent moon, fed upon the mortal’s sin.

It swiftly cast itself upon the primeval being marking the dreaded, unholy beginning. The primeval being, being the ultimate reality tried to reason, reason in futility.

All the Immortals and rulers of worlds, those primordial gods all trembled in fear. As the truth sank in golden eggs they realised the end was near.

Infesting petty minds it slithered its way to the core, the core of a weak and conflicted soul. Feeling a promise in great despair where no one did before. He embraced the shadow, the shadow forever, forever more.