A Dream
Through the dark forest, clad in robes with armor gleaming beneth, a old oak bow on his back, with blue grey feathered arrows in the leather quiver, on his side hung a simple hand a half sword, with feathers and silk ribbons off of the pommel and cross guard.
The tree's were all dead, ahead shown a pale light, giveing way to the died grass, and hollow logs. Cautionsly he advanced, a cold empty fear slowly stirring in his heart.
Then, as he passed through the dead forest, he found himself in a parking lot, there old apartment buildings stood, with strange graffti that pained the eyes in its torried and twisting patterns. Rotting cloths hung from frayed clothes lines.
Yet in the center, hunched over and misshaped standing on two legs, with a rottwhilers head, six cruel slits for eyes stared at him, it tapered ears, layed flat as it snarled at him, showing rows of decayed teeth, with small tape worms crisscrossing up and down the withered fangs, its tongue. A grotesque thing, where hundreds of small tenticles writhed.
The lone man stood, both looked upon one another and found a cruel reflection of who they are. Heart for heart, one noble and proud, the other misshapend and hideous.
For then there was only cold empty fear.
The tree's were all dead, ahead shown a pale light, giveing way to the died grass, and hollow logs. Cautionsly he advanced, a cold empty fear slowly stirring in his heart.
Then, as he passed through the dead forest, he found himself in a parking lot, there old apartment buildings stood, with strange graffti that pained the eyes in its torried and twisting patterns. Rotting cloths hung from frayed clothes lines.
Yet in the center, hunched over and misshaped standing on two legs, with a rottwhilers head, six cruel slits for eyes stared at him, it tapered ears, layed flat as it snarled at him, showing rows of decayed teeth, with small tape worms crisscrossing up and down the withered fangs, its tongue. A grotesque thing, where hundreds of small tenticles writhed.
The lone man stood, both looked upon one another and found a cruel reflection of who they are. Heart for heart, one noble and proud, the other misshapend and hideous.
For then there was only cold empty fear.