A Town In Stasis
Fallen deities calm open water with whispers. Angelic helpers bring fire in zinc buckets. The flames douse the water and flare up. Schools of fish swim away into the fiery deep.
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Fallen deities calm open water with whispers. Angelic helpers bring fire in zinc buckets. The flames douse the water and flare up. Schools of fish swim away into the fiery deep.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
#nightdwellers. Malevolence is being carried along the wind. Tonight IT'S coming for all who have sinned. A blanket of evil so very wicked and depraved. Is seeking out the souls of the misbehaved.
The stench of dead souls. Rotting dreams. Withering goals. Sound of nothing is all around. Screaming from beneath. A billion bodies in the ground. Shadows eating what still is. Poisoning the blood.
Sulphuric torment never to cease, Molten fury from hell's own lease, Eyes of brimstone, wings of flame, Beast of fire, agony's bane, Beneath the earth, deep, deep down, The beast awakens, flaming...
Night sapphires,. Day emeralds,. In between worlds. Reaching for diamonds,. Embedded with rhinestones,. Ruins of rubies & jewels,. Crushed into glittering dust,. Tarnished crown.
#nature Raindrops fall Like glass shards. You better be smart You better play your best cards. No umbrella, It's home in it's case. No shield to protect you. Blood running down your face.
I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster. Shake me Till you wake me From this nightmare. Make me survive, Beat my heart Don't fall apart. It just can't be.
Embers burn the ground,. Ashes falling from the sky,. Standing knee deep in water. to shallow to drown,. Dropping onto porcelain skin,. Hands held out,. Burning my hand until the ashes thin,.
*Author's Note: This story isn't the best story for children. It's contains violent scenes. Please read with caution. Also this isn't the full poem. It was written in three parts.
The flickering flames of the burning buildings lit up the street in a wash of yellow and orange. Drake turned round and had one last look at the prison that he never thought he would leave alive.
Breathing liquid, warm & red. Tears & blood shed. Bled into the earth. Thriving & thieving of the hurt. Bleeding life back into the dirt. Lifting the suns rays dusk till dawn.
Cutting a crescent from the night sky. Hanging stars for a soul that's died. Reaping life & bringing it to the skies. Thunder echoes the heavens tastless lies. Lightning lights the blinds ways.
Everything is quiet. Everything is peaceful. The crickets are singing. The moon is out. The stars are in the midnight sky. Then came the fire, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes.
#nightdwellers As I walk through the valley, in the shadow of death I close my eyes and hold my breath What has happened to the world into which I was born.
Fire in the distance, Burning out the land, Stealing lives before their time, And turning glass to sand.
Something really ominous Is hanging in the air Something evil's lurking To give us all a scare A supernatural feeling A ghost in the machine A cold and dread sensation The worst there's ever been The...
The lights go out. As the world burns down. I'm looking at you. But you make no sound. I see the chaos of those in the streets. I cling to you. It's you that I need. You are mine. And will always be.
What's the point in running. Why don't you just hide. They're coming anyway. Swimming in the tide. They are faster than humans. Stronger than us too. They know how to hunt us. You know it's true.
Boiling magma flows through rock passages deep within the earth. A thunderous roar shook the volcano. Boulders crashed down on either side pelting the land.
It's getting darker. The Incubus is everywhere now, each survivor only has a few square feet around them that they can see is safe.
We gather tonight, you and me, In Earths darkest hour, All helpless, kneeling before, A terrible unyeilding power, We grasp at straws, with both hands, But our grip on life is weak, We turn around,...
Turn up the temperature. To nice and hot and humid. Get all your ingredients ready. The calm before the storm. Gather up some clouds and rough them up a bit. to help produce some sparks.
@HeatherAnne Re: Saving Earth...