A red bloodthirsty mist covered the land,
There is no clearing from the fog,
No concept such as light,
No sense in searching for hope,
The only thing to listen for is the silence,
The peculiar silence that only silent drums create,
The peculiar silence that sends chills down the spine,
Pins and needles through the soul,
No way out,
Symbolizes the manifestation is real,
Fear,
Fear of being trapped within the smoke and mirrors,
The solitude of a raising sun,
A new day of darkness soon will rise,
Then there you will see,
The mist,
The fog of war and bone,
A sinister evil,
A demon lost in the fog,
Listen to the silence,
Soon,
Let your time bide,
Let him smell you,
Smell your fear,
Smell your existence,
Let him see you,
Perceive you behind brilliant goldenrod eyes,
Eyes that glow like the sun,
Pure,
Luminescent,
The only light in the fog,
It churns like a whirlpool,
Drowning the colors in a deep red hue,
Coincide with the colors,
Remain lost,
Do not fret,
He will only come after you,
Nobody more or less,
A very precise and particular creature,
He has seen your soul,
With those goldenrod eyes,
He has smelled you,
Smelled your fear with his tainted olfactory gland,
Simply a sense of smell,
Far more developed and evolved,
Beyond your wildest dreams and deepest comprehension,
He has chosen you to become his meal,
His vessel,
Now there is not much more for you,
The mist thickens,
There is no direction,
A storm brews,
Lightning the only salvation,
Pray to your higher power,
Someone that will hear your prayer,
Someone that might decide your worth saving,
Pray to your father that he has not forsaken you,
Pray to your goddess that she has answered prayers,
Listened to your pleads,
Your cries,
Tell yourself to be brave,
The mist is foreboding,
Scarlett,
Beaming with the air of defeat,
Playing the hymn of death,
Repossession,
There is illusion in the air,
The stench of blackened mirrors and sulfur,
Overpowers the mind and numbs the senses,
Mirrors,
Blackest obsidian,
They stare aimlessly into the distance,
Watching,
Waiting,
For the dance,
The battle to unleash a wave of chaos,
Absolution,
Staring like they have done in years before,
Waiting for an examination of conscience,
Waiting for an apology,
To help them contain the feelings of guilt and regret,
Like warriors who did nothing while their friends and allies perished,
Fighting for brighter days and a greater good,
Such a haunting stare,
Lifeless,
But pulsating with power and eagerness,
One day they would have their chance,
Now is not the time,
The evil dwells,
Compelled at the sheer thought of musings and heartache,
It is only a matter of time before the fear will sever your soul,
Overwhelm your spirit and succumb you to drop to your knees,
Disgraced bastard,
Poor excuse for a creation,
A coward born to die and return to the depths from which you came,
Look upon the mirrors,
What do you see?
What do you fear?
Hatred,
Remorse,
Death,
Will you pay for the times you stood still?
Or the times you sold out your allies?
It's painful to look at one's flaws,
It's worse to know that the mirrors are right,
It is time to face judgment and quell the beast's hunger,
The sun is almost high noon,
Look upon those goldenrod irises,
Peer deep inside,
What do you see?
Your own reflection,
Deliver yourself from evil,
Commit your self righteous sacrifice.
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