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Coved in it's mind, it felt a sudden surge of energy
As chaos and panic and fear worked in synergy.
The temperature dropped, surroundings went cold.
Darkness went darker than what the darkness tolled.
The milieu stirred many emotions in it.
In it's hollowed dark, hatred and despair were lit.
It rose from it's deep slumber after a millennium
Consumed by anger, despair and hatred but still numb.
A dark entity in black cloak with corpse-like limbs,
Face an endless black hole straight from haunting dreams.
Cursed into it's immortal doom with incredible powers,
Pure evil that it was, only the Holy made it cower.
The soulless doomed floated out of it's chamber
To scrutinize those with their souls still as their members.
Floating, it reached a dull bilious village
As famine and diseases rained, on it, their rage.
The inhabitants oozed of hopelessness and fear,
Fueling the maelstrom of emotions in the creature.
Pleasure coursed through it's lifeless body.
Their despair, for it, became a parody.
A rush of emotions it felt in it's empty numb self,
Something equivalent to life sojourned in the helf.
It peeped inside a window of one of the houses
And saw creatures with life and real faces.
Creatures who looked like how once it did
Before it's soul was taken and the rest of it condemned.
Among those conversant faces was an angelic sickly one.
The epidemic had it's work on her done.
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Rising from the Undead
Poetry[Of Monsters and Us Contest Entry] Death is the road Life is the traveller Our soul is our guide. In hopeless times, all it took for them to get worse was the word 'hopeless'. All it took was chaos for these times to unleash their fury with full for...
