07-19-2006, 02:45 PM
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why God permits evil
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
Brotherhood
My greatest desire is to crawl to the summit of tallest tower by cruel stairway. Endeavor as I would, my ultimate fate lies in wait. Writings in my heart are my map, I shall not lose my way. Dark as the sunrise. Can you even call it daylight? Elegies emerge from the clamoring echoes of footsteps. I am alone. My tongue is a sword named Despair, and it betrays me as it entertains me, my only true friend. As the walls begin to threaten, I chant to keep them from closing in. The trail I've blazed mocks me. Former steps lead into circles, yet I swore I moved in a straight line. I am carried by my own will as strength fades, to the apex. Words would not describe the beast in waiting. A face like a nightmare; four legs carried the madness. Hands shaking, I clutched the spear of failure. Traitor's blood now stains my hands. As fear clenches my heart, I begin to croon of tragedy. The beast tires, entranced by lovely gloom and stygian self-hatred. Strength and timing no question, I raise the shimmering dissapointment to deliver a final blow. By chance, I caught sight of the lady fair. A bright, glorious maiden. How you jest of morning's light. The sun is a frailty when compared. Even Despair stops his song. I glimpsed only once more at that radiance, before the monster took flight, shattering rock like mist as it tore through, severing, painting, marring me as we descended to the after in a final grip, like the savage embrace of brotherhood.
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