Post by DragonByDegrees on Jun 14, 2015 21:20:04 GMT -6
The blood moon rises,
Casting hellish rays downward.
They shine through stained glass.
Like claws born of night,
Castle spires pierce the sky
Reaching for the moon.
Ten long years have passed.
As the maiden laid, dreaming,
The curse has grown strong.
It eats her body,
While it devours his mind,
Twisting man to beast.
The fire gutters.
Lost is the promise he made,
Stolen by madness.
Lost is her smile.
Gone, too, the laughter of friends,
Victims of the curse.
He called to the night.
His heart beseeched the Abyss.
It answered in blood.
The guild in ruins,
A castle built on their sins
Looms in the darkness.
Surrounded by death,
Shadows whisper near his throne.
"There is another."
"Where is she?" he asks.
He makes demands of darkness.
It laughs in return.
Hunger burns in him.
The stone trembles in delight.
The dark castle thirsts.
She trembles as well.
All dreams must come to an end.
She has awakened.
Gentle Johannes,
A prayer upon his lips,
Lifts her from the stone.
His smile, his warmth,
Reminds her of days long past,
Days of laughter and...
Something is missing.
She tries to remember it,
But the thought is gone.
In its place, crimson,
A rose etched into pale flesh,
Vines and veins entwine.
Thorns of glass bite deep.
It glows with malevolence,
With fever and hate.
She feels the sickness,
Feels the call deep in her blood,
And almost answers.
Johannes stops her.
He frees her from nightmare's grasp
As he breaks her trance.
Invoking a rune,
He speaks a word of silver,
Strengthening the bonds.
Glyphs glow and glimmer,
And the rose's reach recedes,
Driven back by light.
He speaks to her then,
Reminding her who she is,
And what they must do.
Demons have sprung forth,
Corrupting the earth and sky,
Eating hopes and hearts.
All is stained with blood.
Washing away innocence,
The blood drowns the land.
He asks for her help.
He is the last and the least,
And they are legion.
She nods solemnly.
Spoken word becomes a sword,
Symbol of her strength.
As her thoughts focus,
She draws upon the power,
The curse and the rose.
The magic is strong.
It twists and tempts at a touch.
She must be stronger.
Dancing on blade's edge,
One wrong step and she will fall,
And the world with her.
The path will be long,
Thick with thorns, paved with perils,
But she must walk it.
The castle beckons.
Wicked wings whisper a word,
A name: Miriam.
Casting hellish rays downward.
They shine through stained glass.
Like claws born of night,
Castle spires pierce the sky
Reaching for the moon.
Ten long years have passed.
As the maiden laid, dreaming,
The curse has grown strong.
It eats her body,
While it devours his mind,
Twisting man to beast.
The fire gutters.
Lost is the promise he made,
Stolen by madness.
Lost is her smile.
Gone, too, the laughter of friends,
Victims of the curse.
He called to the night.
His heart beseeched the Abyss.
It answered in blood.
The guild in ruins,
A castle built on their sins
Looms in the darkness.
Surrounded by death,
Shadows whisper near his throne.
"There is another."
"Where is she?" he asks.
He makes demands of darkness.
It laughs in return.
Hunger burns in him.
The stone trembles in delight.
The dark castle thirsts.
She trembles as well.
All dreams must come to an end.
She has awakened.
Gentle Johannes,
A prayer upon his lips,
Lifts her from the stone.
His smile, his warmth,
Reminds her of days long past,
Days of laughter and...
Something is missing.
She tries to remember it,
But the thought is gone.
In its place, crimson,
A rose etched into pale flesh,
Vines and veins entwine.
Thorns of glass bite deep.
It glows with malevolence,
With fever and hate.
She feels the sickness,
Feels the call deep in her blood,
And almost answers.
Johannes stops her.
He frees her from nightmare's grasp
As he breaks her trance.
Invoking a rune,
He speaks a word of silver,
Strengthening the bonds.
Glyphs glow and glimmer,
And the rose's reach recedes,
Driven back by light.
He speaks to her then,
Reminding her who she is,
And what they must do.
Demons have sprung forth,
Corrupting the earth and sky,
Eating hopes and hearts.
All is stained with blood.
Washing away innocence,
The blood drowns the land.
He asks for her help.
He is the last and the least,
And they are legion.
She nods solemnly.
Spoken word becomes a sword,
Symbol of her strength.
As her thoughts focus,
She draws upon the power,
The curse and the rose.
The magic is strong.
It twists and tempts at a touch.
She must be stronger.
Dancing on blade's edge,
One wrong step and she will fall,
And the world with her.
The path will be long,
Thick with thorns, paved with perils,
But she must walk it.
The castle beckons.
Wicked wings whisper a word,
A name: Miriam.
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