The Perfect Drug
...And before me was a magnificent waterfall ever to be seen by man. It's blue water splashed down from atop a clif adorned with flowers of every colour, into a pool of sparkling water - clear as the waters in the carribean. Beneath the waves caused by the falling water, I could see fish of every colour floating peacefully in their untouched paradise. At the edges, a great variety of plants and flowers grew, watered and watched over by the constant flow of water.
Then, from below the waters came a great beast, covered in blood red scales, and topped with a crown of horns, he looked like nothing that walked on the land. He pointed one of his mighty claws at me, and growled, "This place is not meant for you."
As I stared, his other hand emerged from the water, holding a scepter made of the finest crystal ever to be cut. He motioned with it, informing me of the consequences of disobeying his word. So I stood, on the edge of paradise - looking in. He stayed with me, for a time, but when he was satisfied that I wouldn't disrupt his land he returned to the water. I stayed for a time, unwilling to take my eyes away from this place.
Here I stand, withering away. All my efforts to leave have been in vain... for I always turn back, come back to this place. I can not stop myself from it, even though I know it will never be meant for me. Memory will never be enough, these words... not enough.
Come with me and see what could have been.
Then, from below the waters came a great beast, covered in blood red scales, and topped with a crown of horns, he looked like nothing that walked on the land. He pointed one of his mighty claws at me, and growled, "This place is not meant for you."
As I stared, his other hand emerged from the water, holding a scepter made of the finest crystal ever to be cut. He motioned with it, informing me of the consequences of disobeying his word. So I stood, on the edge of paradise - looking in. He stayed with me, for a time, but when he was satisfied that I wouldn't disrupt his land he returned to the water. I stayed for a time, unwilling to take my eyes away from this place.
Here I stand, withering away. All my efforts to leave have been in vain... for I always turn back, come back to this place. I can not stop myself from it, even though I know it will never be meant for me. Memory will never be enough, these words... not enough.
Come with me and see what could have been.