slip into a world unseen where any humans considered unclean a realm that hides any creatures disguised cannot live in the truth for a fated demise live in shadow and ignore all the lies it cannot sleep in this place of despise turn away from the face who detests it they don't comprehend that they must always hide this; a wyrm slithers slowly like a snake in a clearing quietly inching toward a boulder to rest it stops to stare at the clear sky and wishes that maybe one day it could fly without the worry of a plebian screaming waning and warning the others of danger causing him unwanted attention and anger he hides from the pitiless mortals that fear it which try to hunt and destroy and kill it believe what they see is all the truth they need they do not heed any of the existing unknown for they cannot enjoy what they wont understand and nature of difference slips into their hand decied to obliterate the creature unlike without trying to opress the unwanted desire they benefit from the feeling they've know and use it as a weapon against the sworn for fear falls not far from hate the destructive power it obtains will leave them pain they first tried to escape when they ran away from submission even still they cannot live in the vision not one can live in the woods forbidden don't try to link to the world of the rotten it is the world we've created but will soon be forgotten
Aeolith · Tue Dec 11, 2007 @ 02:17am · 0 Comments |