Keep your head down,
strangers in the mist,
apparition,
to flawless secluded,
with a twist,
and eager temptation,
follow the witch.
Into winding labyrinthe,
down through the trees,
darker than the night sky,
jutting down,
a simple release,
a casual die,
thrown upon the ground,
and with the sound,
lightning strikes.
"Into without,
fearless and serene,
breathe in the tempest,
surrounded by nazarim.
We are the chosen,
looking to the north,
Apollo on the East,
Artemis,
bring forth the rising moon."
Tall as Atlas,
and angered like Loki,
the clouds grinned,
and Zeus cried.
The spell was broken,
the sister's forgotten,
cut the string,
lest fate be undone,
and the winds twisted around the tree.
A treachery committed,
Harm to all,
lest we forget,
the birth of Christ,
lies in the hands of sinners.
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Inspiration by Frodofan.
575 points, ended February 6, 9 entries
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love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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The birth of Christ was indeed a most unusual historic event - especially without the benefits of modern medical science in a dirty stable.
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Interesting take. I like the twist at the end. I will say, I was a little confused the way you wrote some of this, but overall I like it.
I like the part in quotes, like an incantation.
Thanks for entering.
What is the nazarim?
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