Elemental Wrath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A small paragraph on the wrath of nature and it's luster. The beauty it can contain.

Submitted: March 13, 2008

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The draught, the icy winds, the fevering icicles that stung tender flesh. The demons had arrived, their entrance  a petrifyingly grand one. Notifying any and all that  that had come. Raising the alarm for bodies to take cover, and hide their very existence. Their very lives, unless foulery take them all. Majestic pillars were strewn from side to side, their bending sides quaking with the exertion, the force they were not able to withstand. The anchorage that had kept them in that same domain for so many years was being carved relentlessly and ripped savagely at deep extensions that lay burrowed deeply under the very earth herself. Torrents upon torrents of pummeling rain sheeted the surrounding atmosphere. The poor creatures unfortunate enough to have been caught victim to the nature's furious wrath had but a small thought. Yet driven out it was by an earsplitting crack. Hell itself had descended to wreak havoc upon the ground dwellers. Crusading across the land, destroying all that was in it's widespread path. No blockade, no invention of humanity, or civilazation could control this beast. Dare they try. It was feared, yet loved. Beauty in true form, and chaos in her silken dress. Swirling, mocking, haunting. It was a taunting essence, driving any being mad with it's call. Come to me it sang, heed my song, grace drifting as the gentle folds cascaded through the air. Unressitible, undeniable it was. None could hold against the pressure, none could defeat the strain. She was like a woman, seducing a man. The call of the moon for a wolf, and the realm of peace for the dead. Many to all wanted. Never to reach they were. Raging fury rumbled as the harrassing element protested her dying speed, strength, and imposing details, The story lay in what was left. The scorching ruins screamed out the turmoil. The fear that shone in wide orbs portrayed the distraught and fear. The crashing of waves on the ocean shore announced the end.


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