If you walk as far as the eye can see, and then walk a little more, and hang a right, you will stumble across a sea of fire. In the middle of the licking flames is a small island covered in black rocks.
...The group crept through a thick, black jungle until, abruptly, it ended to be replaced by a flat expanse of grass. Even though the grass was green, the plains gave off an eerie sense of malevolence. Off in the distance, we spied a ghostly figure, coming towards us...
...She glided quickly, but her feet made no sound on the dew covered ground. One man was mesmerized by the phantom, so we had to wrench him from his partially kneeling position. We ran across the grassy expanse to the edge of a lake...
...A low fog was rising off the lake, and there was a too sweet scent, the scent of death. We stared into the eternal dark of the sky, devoid of stars, as the dreaded ghouls closed in around us. The feeling of impending doom penetrated our minds, twisting in our conscienceness, leaving us to convulse in agony...
Poetry by Russell
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Written on 2006-05-18 at 00:31
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Island in a Sea of Flame
...We struck them down, but the bones rearranged to form misshapen bodies. They advanced in a wave, as we retreated into a tight circle. We lashed out at their inhuman limbs, but to no avail. Just as it seemed that all was lost, the circle of specters broke. We staggered, shell-shocked and exausted, through the tiny hole in the ranks......The group crept through a thick, black jungle until, abruptly, it ended to be replaced by a flat expanse of grass. Even though the grass was green, the plains gave off an eerie sense of malevolence. Off in the distance, we spied a ghostly figure, coming towards us...
...She glided quickly, but her feet made no sound on the dew covered ground. One man was mesmerized by the phantom, so we had to wrench him from his partially kneeling position. We ran across the grassy expanse to the edge of a lake...
...A low fog was rising off the lake, and there was a too sweet scent, the scent of death. We stared into the eternal dark of the sky, devoid of stars, as the dreaded ghouls closed in around us. The feeling of impending doom penetrated our minds, twisting in our conscienceness, leaving us to convulse in agony...
Poetry by Russell
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Written on 2006-05-18 at 00:31
Tags Death Darkness
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