The sky bled silent crimson,
its gradual blackness impaling us upon the words spoken.
"The Isle, it sinks!"
I am lost, and cold.
The blood drips upon the walls, in thickness, and in ichor, always closing in.
Always enclosing on me…
I am scared.
The thunder is distant, and oh so ominous.
But I feel it shake the ground beneath me.
The Blood still runs…
The blackness threatens me now.
I am scared.
"The Isle has been pulled beneath!"
What is this?
Something profound has just happened.
-Author’s Note: A random brain musing that wouldn't leave my head, until explored. A rather vivid picture, and mood, and atmosphere, that I simply needed to write.
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