The Shadows Within Us

Into the Red Fog Forest

ENTRY:
Someone told me that Poetry is considered a form of art on Earth. To me, it always just seemed like a bunch of confusing analogies—like a song, but without a catchy beat.
I thought maybe I'd try.
It's not like anybody is going to see it.
...

'How far do these hazy crimson rays shine?

Fix my gaze upon the twilight atmosphere above.

My sky is not the same as theirs.

It hurts to remember.

This sky is lifeless.

Devoid of twinkling stars or soaring geese.

It burns bright, fueled by the flames of the torturous inferno below.

Night falls upon this blackened city, I see no divergence.

The sky remains a burning red, only growing a shade darker.

But here, in the shadowlands, darkness blooms into a shade darker than black.

If only it was possible to stand on top of my sky and touch the stars.

Wind whips and carries with it the hot burn of ash and smoke.

If I could breathe, I'd surely choke.

This place is agony, twisted into something worse.

My imagination is my shield.

Above this sky, higher and higher, toward the vague scent of a crisp autumn night.

A soft, wintry gust of wind.

Nothing but a black canvas. A black full of life and not death.

And billions of chromatic galaxies.

Perhaps I am looking at someone.

Perhaps, they are looking back.

Listening eagerly for the sound of life.

Silence answers my wordless call.

Tugged back under the soil, deeper than my grave, beneath the fiery core of the Earth.

In this place, there is no life.
In this life, there is only rot.'

Crunch...

Crunch...

Worn black boots ventured atop a dry, cracked ground. Eden was scribbling away intensely; face buried behind pages wracked with her most personal thoughts. She hadn't noticed just how obsolete the surroundings had become until the honey-suckle tone of shapeshifter, Key, pulled her back to reality.

"Now, you two know I'm all for adventure...but I'm starting to believe we're actually walking into oblivion." A creature, adorned in soft fur the hue of a baby blue sky, exhaled a lighthearted giggle, footsteps continuing as the group trudged along. The pouty boy beside them had grown enervated, continuing to complain as he had been for the past several miles, at least.

"I knew we should have turned left at the hanging trees!" A voice like coarse gravel roared. "But nobody ever listens to me." The dark-skinned demon, Simone crossed his arms in contempt, staring off into the blank field of dust that surrounded the Party. He huffed, blowing a tight curl of black hair out of his sight.

Eden begrudgingly lifted her head from her notebook, staring irately into the back of the individual's head. In retrospect, it wasn't the greatest idea to force Elliot into bringing her along on one of him and his bonehead friend's secret expeditions. Still, anything was better than spending the evening alone with Osiris.