Nine Card Stars

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  No Houses


The best games have simple rules.


Silent,

in quiet house dwelling hidden, deep and unseen, there once dwelt a demon, raising nightmares into dreams.

He sends them away in search of The Miracle, a leafless, lonely and growing, secret white tree;

Deep within its roots twirling down and spherical, their hides just this only one, great seed.

Guarding a hope that brings us back to life, grown from the blossom of a newborn leaf..

  So, Angels of light that I had at once made, have now flown away, to all nine points in this manifested galaxy.

Searching for this One whom looked to betray;  such same power as mine, creating demons from dark, turning minutes into the hour, delayed; this time.

Nothing is ever as it seems, with wings broken and sharp.

This One was not my Angels conquest, but his house became instead, containing blood-written blueprints, and what they next chose to feed upon, with devouring breath.

Of the nine he had outwardly sent, with my nine finding a way, a chase after them pursued, their same demonic shadow by mine angels of light would soon put them to test.

And, then back to this tree, once in both our protection, as we forced ourselves to forget its name, it became the object of our deception, as the source of all life, our nine intended to claim.

Then, it came down, as each angel hunted down each demon, that the best angel of all, would find its last twin with reason.

Now, the two stood, as the other fallen watched upon, with a colorless tree between, one from which the future could spawn.

 They spoke to another, knowing they were the final, this angelic beauty female, this demonic man of smile.

By the moment passing from one to another, they decided to abandon their mission, for nothing can separate the inevitable magnet, of ones true ambition, discovering a lover.

With seed in hand, dug up by nail and scratch, they both flew away, forgetting about the past.

But, the demon who made him and the angel I know, well, we have plans for their offspring, that's why we brought them together, to watch what may grow;

of this seed.

 To watch born, this sceaming creation,

quietly.

 

 


Submitted: January 26, 2018

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Mike S.

You're freaking me out, Doc--excellent!

Sat, January 27th, 2018 12:49am

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Thank you Mike !







Fri, January 26th, 2018 5:20pm

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