Journal Entry 41 No more. The fight is no more. There was blood. Bright magenta glowing magma. Spraying and glazed. Gore untethered. Wounds gaping. Metal shredded. Our defeat of the crimsons set a striking banner upon the surrounding dark metals and they retreated or regrouped or altogether left for more fruitful ventures. I knelt beside the fallen Herald. His globular star field eyes stuck open. Running my hands along the broken and twisted once magnificent antler rack. My forefinger to his forehead and to mine and aloft. Not the end, I find the words climbing from my mouth, a mission so forging in the collection of words I am sharing to the group in circle, Not the end, the beginning... The future, white, the lilies, brighter, the melody, the fortune, the favor, the lady bug, the moth, the dancing firefly, the strings tightened and wound and laced and suddenly torn forward and I am sprawled and light is everywhere and the clop clop clop of the Herald... Standing before me, gazing closely, never blinking, The Reptile has finally captured Lady Fate and means to devour her and with her he drinks the Flow of All Things... He will cultivate a throne knit of strings and souls wakes... He will be the source and the universes energy will feed him until the universe is without and freezes to a crawl... His voice fades and the gnarled snub snout, hollow pit eye sockets, and thousand misshapen fangs of the Reptilian greets me, chewing the corpse of the Herald as gum...
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 11:17:30 +0000
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