Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- Where Legends Gather
- The Harbinger of Doom
- v0.3
- 7.22.14
- If ever you find yourself traveling through the woods
- And sense you are being watched, your instincts do not fail you.
- Many travelers have told tales of a pair of emerald lights that stare (gaze?) intently.
- They shine through the darkness, slice and slash and cut through them as a scythe to stalks of wheat.
- They say a dark, sickly, figure stands in the distance,
- Thin and tall a shadow that stands still and instills in you nothing but dread.
- A crow suddenly appears nearby and it calls:
- Caw,
- Caw,
- Caw.
- The calls, the cry, bounces nearer and nearer,
- The distant figure still (and cold) as stone.
- Travelers yearn (urge?) to avoid these dark winds.
- The sense of dread never dies, travelers have said,
- So long as the dark messenger is near you.
- <!--
- (^ So long as the dark messenger is near you,
- The sense of dread never dies, travelers have said(?))
- -->
- If traversing the twisted treelines, you find empty camps,
- And hear silence where wildlife should chirp and call,
- You may have found a place victim to the dark figure in the woods.
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement