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- Where Legends Gather
- The Harbinger of Doom
- v1.0
- 7.22.14
- In the woods
- Life creeps and crawls and squirms and clicks,
- With the many-legged bugs and beasts
- That stomp the ground, to snap and crack all twigs and sticks.
- Rivers rush and gush and shush and push
- While the birds chirp and the crickets sing.
- Beware, however, beware sudden silence:
- Should the sounds drown out,
- Should nature's tune go mute
- And the ancient trees no more moan and creek,
- Should your eyes be drawn to distant shadows,
- Beware, beware the messenger.
- If all wildlife
- Dare not make a sound,
- And airborne dread begin to weigh you down,
- Look around for emerald lights
- Attached to a thin,
- Distant,
- Figure,
- Standing still in the dark.
- If your blood, warm,
- Pulls outward in all directions,
- And the cool air slaps against it,
- While a trickle crawls up your spine,
- The messenger is out for you.
- A crow takes flight,
- A dark wind that bounces nearer, nearer,
- From branch to branch,
- Eyes intently locked with yours,
- And calls:
- Caw,
- Caw,
- Caw,
- Its eerie cry sure to silence you.
- Still the distant emerald lights
- Slice through the air,
- Like scythe to a harvest.
- Beware,
- For the messenger draws near.
- The airborne dread turns liquid,
- Heavier than before,
- Rains down,
- Makes splashes to your steps
- And seeps into your soles.
- The dread lingers and grows
- Yet no matter where you go
- The distant figure closes in,
- With a tap,
- Tap,
- Tap-tap
- Of sticks against the ground.
- Now the messenger of brittle sticks
- Is attached to you,
- With a bond that drains your strength,
- Steals your life,
- And further brings your doom.
- I've heard of only few who've lived,
- And all've said the same:
- The dread persists,
- But now in physical form.
- The figure from the shadows jumps to you
- And murder, crowstorm—
- Crows circle overhead
- Crows cry, caw, call,
- Circling overhead,
- All the while terrified
- Petrified
- Frozen
- Stunned
- With fear
- So immense the heart plummets
- Into worthlessness.
- The emerald eyes you see belong to nothing
- Of this world.
- Those who've lived, live by luck.
- The weakened scarecrow surely drained enough
- To claim the next victim to walk and tread
- That twisted treeline.
- But no one dares set foot in there again.
- Not us, oh no, not us,
- Only those brave enough,
- Those we call
- Legends.
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