True warriors forged in the pits of hell!!!
A Troublesome Tale!
Walking down this path of amber leaves, my hand in the clouds as my feet slushed through what had now begot coals. I had yet to realize the deception of this tale. And with the crack of spark I had understood what was about to happen. He was behind me, followed me into the belly of this soul stenched cavern. With spikes on his toes, skull and covering his heart. How I had not seen it now became obvious. This friend of such loving design had turned into a monster of shattered glass wielded together by the memories of those I had tried to forget. And with the rush of a tiger he had got me, falling to my knees I yelled out, but my doppelganger was the only one to hear these sweet words... ...How you've struck me down into such obliviousness, twisting my own words to gain such listlessness, I have seen the error of my own ways through clouded eyes and this sun drenched haze. But you have not won, as my regret of you is void. A necessity is what you possess, a passage for lust, touch and death is what I obsess... and with those words I returned to my toes. I grew and grew and grew this daemons eye's swelled as he realized what punishment was about to ensue. Staring down I recited one phrase to debunk this creature of his masquerade... An attempt of punishment you felt fit, the damage of paper to stone, sad trial I must admit. But this was not an act of love, but vile deceit, and in this life of clones, abominations and horrors is one that will not retreat... as I picked up my weapon grafted from lost bones and skulls, his eyes still frozen, his terror had swelled. And one swing, one swing is all it need take, this monster had left this realm in which we all wake. As I turned to leave I had learned from this day, realizing that I do have regrets and I fell in disarray. This monster had got me with one dying swipe, turned back to my clouds as I had left my life.