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His face went red as he double over in pain. Smiling, Anna walked away from the white coats and towards the vessel. "I'll get you for this" The white coat squeaked behind her. Anna flipped him off.
I wandered through a barren waste. Cut off from a land I had come to love, Torn from those who inspired me. My anguished cries ran ahead, Then rebounded tauntingly to remind me of my idiocy.
The age old story of the life and times, of Lucifer, the keeper of the flame. At first I arrived in open embrace, as the man on the outside foretold.
Long ago he had left his land, an outcast to his kin. Now he walked in shadows, for an uncommitted sin. He had been his people's hero, their protector and their lord.
The trees spoke in soft whispers of a subtle and gentle nature, telling the boy to run, run from the pain and ruin behind him. He did so.
Denmark was behind her, a thin grey line on an ever-distant horizon. She looked back once and regretted it. That thin grey line held within itself everything she'd known, loved, and recently feared.
Ice covered the pond. Moonlight filtered through the trees. And white pelts moved in the shadows. Suddenly, a flash of grey fur exploded from the darkness.
I entered the cage meant for an animal, Carved my sentence with a nail on the wall, Lived by a sea, played roulette, Dined with Devil-knows-who in a tux.