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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A little free thought that became a story within a poem.

 Coming down from the great blue of the mountain,
 I spread my foul stench.
 Red spots left behind cry of despair and regret.
 The path chose me... not the other way around.
 I left the village willingly, and watched them all burn down.
 The cinders of ruin will lay heavily upon the ground,
 Crushing hope and doubt aside.
 "We will not die by creatures of the night."
 "Stop blabbering and pour the wine!"
 Each day, their arrogance would corrupt yet another mind
 Each night, the woods would swallow my body, spirit and mind.
 I'd stay unmoved, unfazed, out of breath, out of luck...
 No creature ever dared attack.

 One night, the gate stood open, and eyes glittered in the dark.
 They walked past me, then thrust into a fellow guard.
 His cry went silent, but rang the alarm.
 The frenzy erupted, fire was burning bright, and I was alive.
 Free of tyranny, free of lie!
 They feasted upon the fallen, then cast the spell aside, and laughed.
 My child... my love... my friends... My life!
 What have I done...
 The darkness fell, and I ran.
 Every day, and every night, I run.
 The blood I bleed isn't mine.

Submitted: July 14, 2018

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