BlackDragonSoul
06-18-2001, 07:08 AM
Oblivion
Under a dull, rainy sky filled with great, black clouds, a man stands in the presence of himself. Everything about this powerful spiritual being is serene, and calm. Mind is totally at ease. Yet, his solitary solace is abruptly broken by the earsplitting scream of an old, painful memory.
One that has been locked in the depths of his soul for so many years now. Mountains begin to crumble, as the “Earth” shakes beneath his feet. The sky turns red like blood, and the wind whales through his ears without mercy. The great walls of agony crash down on him, murdering every iota of peace in his poor soul. Reaching up for his maker, the man horridly cries out in deep, immense turmoil. Shortly thereafter, his wilted hand is kissed by the “essence of the heavens.” His body fills with its raw power, thus purging all of the life he ever knew. His spirit fades away into the wind like withered autumn leaves.
A man, who is now no more…
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Under a dull, rainy sky filled with great, black clouds, a man stands in the presence of himself. Everything about this powerful spiritual being is serene, and calm. Mind is totally at ease. Yet, his solitary solace is abruptly broken by the earsplitting scream of an old, painful memory.
One that has been locked in the depths of his soul for so many years now. Mountains begin to crumble, as the “Earth” shakes beneath his feet. The sky turns red like blood, and the wind whales through his ears without mercy. The great walls of agony crash down on him, murdering every iota of peace in his poor soul. Reaching up for his maker, the man horridly cries out in deep, immense turmoil. Shortly thereafter, his wilted hand is kissed by the “essence of the heavens.” His body fills with its raw power, thus purging all of the life he ever knew. His spirit fades away into the wind like withered autumn leaves.
A man, who is now no more…
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