The sound, a cracking grinding moan, penetrated like
The dark reverberations of an evil, tainted heart.
I trembled, stumbling, as my knees failed,
Sickened by that unearthly wail.
Foreboding, a visible pall, consumed me.
I saw it then, a tearing, a fissure in the crust, but more
Then that, a rending, if you will, in the fabric of time and space.
And it split the ground, slicing near
Deliberate, relentless, hungry.
The unquenchable maw of death pursued me.
Ceaseless, wheels of slaughter ground, half concealed
In shadow … splintering bone and tearing sinew in the bellowing depths.
Not the breaking of a single man, but rather
It was the vertebrae of all humanity that shattered.
Despondency and fatality debased me.
Behind sulfur plumes of ash and smoke, incarnate malevolence lingered, watching
Through defeated eyes. It searched me, my being, my very soul …
Demanding, reclaiming, possessing
That which it had already won.
The price in a garden betrayed me.
And now I watch a fettered skeletal claw reach and grasp, lifting
The manifestation of doom. From a grave prematurely occupied it rises.
Seething lips curl, baring bloodied fangs.
Its dreadful skull heaves skyward and vile laughter thunders.
I cry with desperation. Hope saves me.
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