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I heard the wind in the trees As I walked along that old wall Weathered by time and storm I ran my hand along it And soon came to a groove Between two damaged stones Curious I put my eye to it I peered through the crack In that ancient crumbled stone And what I saw I could scarce comprehend Uncategorized geometric shapes Rotated in place Encompassing a single point Of pure darkness The point gave off An almost visible aura That filled my head With an unknown emotion Which I could only label As a type of fear It pulsated Gently at first then grew Until it rocked the very air With its movement As its stength waxed The shapes began to twist Contorting, falling apart And then reforming themselves It came to the point Where I had to cover my ears But it did no good As the very fluid in them Vibrated with the strange energy Yet in an instant it was over The darkness aswell as the shapes Folded in on themselves And took a new form The form of a man Moulded in eternal darkness The entity seemingly looked Directly at me through the stone With midnight eyes As dark and irredeemable As the void itself As quickly as it arrived The being disappeared In a wisp of smoke And I heard the wind in the trees
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
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I heard the wind in the trees As I walked along that old wall Weathered by time and storm I ran my hand along it And soon came to a groove Between two damaged stones Curious I put my eye to it I peered through the crack In that ancient crumbled stone And what I saw I could scarce comprehend Uncategorized geometric shapes Rotated in place Encompassing a single point Of pure darkness The point gave off An almost visible aura That filled my head With an unknown emotion Which I could only label As a type of fear It pulsated Gently at first then grew Until it rocked the very air With its movement As its stength waxed The shapes began to twist Contorting, falling apart And then reforming themselves It came to the point Where I had to cover my ears But it did no good As the very fluid in them Vibrated with the strange energy Yet in an instant it was over The darkness aswell as the shapes Folded in on themselves And took a new form The form of a man Moulded in eternal darkness The entity seemingly looked Directly at me through the stone With midnight eyes As dark and irredeemable As the void itself As quickly as it arrived The being disappeared In a wisp of smoke And I heard the wind in the trees
hadrian-veska
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
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