Настроение сейчас - normalizuyetsyaAs I stand watching the city from a hill, I feel a sudden jolt a burst of darkness...
When I wake up it's the same city only bathed in the silvery light of Selûne....
When I get to my senses I feel something is missing, something important..
As I discover this I feel the rain dripping on my heads slowly as the first drips of a storm..
I look up and see a thing over my head with great wings.. As I look closer I see a mirror image of myself, crying and searching...
Searching futile for what once I figure where the vessel it were carried in...
As it discovers me a burst of joy erupts from what I presume to be my soul..
But it quickly change into a look of despair...
as the dripping continued I do not understand why....
I looked down and discovered that my fluids of life were spilling....
Mixing with the tears of an angel....
As they mix it grows, grows into a pool of darkness...
My soul tries to cry an warning, but as it does...
A tentacle, a tentacle of pure darkness erupts and envelopes me...
And pulls me down, while it slowly rips my essence of life out of me....
I try futuly to grip the souls hand but it's like a waft of air nothing to support me...
As the angels feather touches the ground, it's only darkness for me.....
Written by Mybrokenwings
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