Post by angel on Jan 3, 2010 3:47:58 GMT -5
WARNING: Strong words and might have graphical scenes. Turn back now if you can't stand reading very mature words. You have been warned.
You pick up an expensive Dark Green velvety book. The hard cover has embroidered Gold swirls that looks a lot like the symbols of Air. In the middle, also embroidered in Gold, the words "Frozen With Terror" sparkled up at you.
The book looked to be in very good condition. The expensive pages were well kept and neat. You turn the book around to the back. This part of the book however, didn't have the air designs. Only thing that was on the cover, was a shape of a bird embroidered in the middle. It was white in colour and looked like it was flying, with wings outspread. Strangely, your interest in this shape grew. As you concentrated harder, the shape seemed to move and stare at you.
You jump slightly at the sudden movement, breaking your contact with the bird. When you looked again, it was the same as before. Shaking your head in wonder, you proceeded to open and read the book. But as hard as you try, it wouldn't open! You feel like you were going to tear the book apart, but still, it did not budge. You almost give up when a breeze blew past. You heard a whisper. It seemed to be saying, 'Blow softly on the bird...'.
Well, all the books you had picked up earlier were just as weird. Shrugging your shoulders, you did what the wind said. With a soft click, the book fell open to the middle of the book, where a white feather lay. You turn the pages back to the beginning.
In the small, neat handwriting of an educated person, you find a poem written in blood red ink.
Split the heart and shatter bones,
Fill the air with dying moans;
A soul taken by wicked knife,
Poor innocent now cleft of life.
Let fall shadows foul and fay;
With the setting sun we rise to play.
Shadows leap and fires bite,
Shrieking bloody joy to the endless night.
Hide yourself oh mortal child,
So that we may hunt cruel and wild.
Our feast tonight shall you be,
Brightening dawn you are never to see.
You shudder after reading the poem... do you really want to continue? You might never sleep well again...
The book looked to be in very good condition. The expensive pages were well kept and neat. You turn the book around to the back. This part of the book however, didn't have the air designs. Only thing that was on the cover, was a shape of a bird embroidered in the middle. It was white in colour and looked like it was flying, with wings outspread. Strangely, your interest in this shape grew. As you concentrated harder, the shape seemed to move and stare at you.
You jump slightly at the sudden movement, breaking your contact with the bird. When you looked again, it was the same as before. Shaking your head in wonder, you proceeded to open and read the book. But as hard as you try, it wouldn't open! You feel like you were going to tear the book apart, but still, it did not budge. You almost give up when a breeze blew past. You heard a whisper. It seemed to be saying, 'Blow softly on the bird...'.
Well, all the books you had picked up earlier were just as weird. Shrugging your shoulders, you did what the wind said. With a soft click, the book fell open to the middle of the book, where a white feather lay. You turn the pages back to the beginning.
In the small, neat handwriting of an educated person, you find a poem written in blood red ink.
Split the heart and shatter bones,
Fill the air with dying moans;
A soul taken by wicked knife,
Poor innocent now cleft of life.
Let fall shadows foul and fay;
With the setting sun we rise to play.
Shadows leap and fires bite,
Shrieking bloody joy to the endless night.
Hide yourself oh mortal child,
So that we may hunt cruel and wild.
Our feast tonight shall you be,
Brightening dawn you are never to see.
You shudder after reading the poem... do you really want to continue? You might never sleep well again...