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Death Of A Boy, Birth Of A Reaper
The ultimate retribution has risen from mother earth’s hymen that was so savagely broken.
Revenge will be reaped, they will die for everyone reaps what they sow, and what they have sown they shall get back ten fold.
By their dual edged tongues they lived.
Live by the sword and so shall you die.
He will carve a reckoning through the guilty and repentance shall not provide absolution from sin.
Engulfed in darkness his souls guiding light, stripped and rebuilt for the fight, where once was he weak now he is strong, he sets out to scour the land and right the wrong.
The reaper brings his dark charges into line they walk the soil that granted him birth. Under the backdrop of black, a frost bitten night illuminated only by silver moonlight a colossus shape shifts orbited by many black ellipse.
Emerging from the woods they spread north to begin the campaign.
“They will know my name, and so will it be inscribed on histories consciousness a scar on the landscape as telling as a crater.
They caused my death and as people begin to lose their lives the utterance on their breath will be my name, as they learn of my rebirth; an annihilation begins”
Moving quickly and in blood curdling fashion the attack begins.
Dark hands grasp in ghostly silence, the translucence betrays the strength, flesh is ripped from a small but growing preliminary rent, with blood splatter and jets hitting the floor they were once alive but now are no more.
With the continued assault came no revolt and with every life shed the darkness was fed, the dead assimilated to work for the one they murdered, their spirits blackened and transmogrified hideous in sight as they were in essence before.
This event will be the new lore of exclusion and respect and no more should this swarm be needed.
A black blanket envelops all; seeing the eradication complete the reaper stands in silence and berates a society that made this necessary, and far from being cold, this once boy now reaper knows only too well the price of hate, and so now do the recipients of this act, and with every empty home and ghostly darkened road, all this was avoidable.
Far from desolation there should be life and the reaper hopes that when people learn of this plague they learn this lesson.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2010 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection "Midnight on Moonlight)
Revenge will be reaped, they will die for everyone reaps what they sow, and what they have sown they shall get back ten fold.
By their dual edged tongues they lived.
Live by the sword and so shall you die.
He will carve a reckoning through the guilty and repentance shall not provide absolution from sin.
Engulfed in darkness his souls guiding light, stripped and rebuilt for the fight, where once was he weak now he is strong, he sets out to scour the land and right the wrong.
The reaper brings his dark charges into line they walk the soil that granted him birth. Under the backdrop of black, a frost bitten night illuminated only by silver moonlight a colossus shape shifts orbited by many black ellipse.
Emerging from the woods they spread north to begin the campaign.
“They will know my name, and so will it be inscribed on histories consciousness a scar on the landscape as telling as a crater.
They caused my death and as people begin to lose their lives the utterance on their breath will be my name, as they learn of my rebirth; an annihilation begins”
Moving quickly and in blood curdling fashion the attack begins.
Dark hands grasp in ghostly silence, the translucence betrays the strength, flesh is ripped from a small but growing preliminary rent, with blood splatter and jets hitting the floor they were once alive but now are no more.
With the continued assault came no revolt and with every life shed the darkness was fed, the dead assimilated to work for the one they murdered, their spirits blackened and transmogrified hideous in sight as they were in essence before.
This event will be the new lore of exclusion and respect and no more should this swarm be needed.
A black blanket envelops all; seeing the eradication complete the reaper stands in silence and berates a society that made this necessary, and far from being cold, this once boy now reaper knows only too well the price of hate, and so now do the recipients of this act, and with every empty home and ghostly darkened road, all this was avoidable.
Far from desolation there should be life and the reaper hopes that when people learn of this plague they learn this lesson.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2010 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection "Midnight on Moonlight)
Published 30th Oct 2011
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