Yet, I awoke with a terrible start.
Screams of the dying. Echoing madness.
Their cries for help shaking my tiny bed.
Burning hair filled my nose, choking my voice.
Drenched in fear I faced a swirling darkness.
My being shook. My throat ached. I was lost.
Surrounded by a mad bloody tumult,
I desperately cried for my grandparents.
Violent, twisted wreckage surrounded me.
In the flickering light of crimson flames,
Shadowy forms shifted about me.
I saw my grandparents dear friends bloody. Mad.
Fury filled their eyes. Ichor stained their hands.
Awakened like me, yet so unlike me.
In my terror I crawled away from hell,
Hunting the deep shadows for my grandma.
Hiding in a hole, trembling with such fright.
Compassion, hope had died. Killed by Madness.
~ from Testament - The Epic Journey of Yggdrasil
June 23, 2024 5 minutes read
On the Nature of Horrors
Progressive Transposition

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