The Encripted life of the Man of Glass

[nephilim753]

The seasons faded in the sky as the child looked over the vally. Such a peacefull village, unaffected by the chaos that has tomented it's hystory and future. The adolecent youth stuggling to conceave the child of torture and dispare. A fleeting glimps of the past consumes over the gray washed sihlouette, contemplating a vanquishing hope. Terminal illness flutters over a corpes that never understood life as a whole. The red gem that shown so brilliant, depleats as the crystals fly from the childs pupils. The infant who cradels the sphere of destiny in there palm, sees an opening in the distance. A battle through the hall of life. As the egg hatches, flys and falls, the newborn life creates an endless youth. The seasons painted the black drawn heavens as the frail figure climbed the hill side. A town in destruction below. The child, a youth ever protected by hope and dream, watches the world unfold as a new.

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