I haven't posted anything in a while, so here's something to read.
This tells about Serannah, a witch I mentioned in one story, and this is a lyrical description about the forest she lives in, and about her final act to destroy the world.
A Tower that lies within The Heart of All Storms
Misty hills.. Silent fills the air..
And the shadows are moving.. Where none else dares..
And then the darkness lands.. Engulfing it all.. Covering the ground..
Shadows are answering to her call.. Swiftly, and without sound..
And ten thousand steps away from here..
There's a forest of which none speaks about..
And where even the sun won't show herself, 'cause she fears..
There stands a tower that lies within the heart of all storms..
A tower.. being guarded by lightning and powerful enchantments..
A tower.. that is full of death.. none has ever returned from there to tell about this tale..
You may see that tower with your own eyes..
Just go closer.. Step forth and be ready to throw yourself..
Into the embrace of death and demise..
And if you look closely enough.. You may see her standing there.. High above..
She is the mistress of night, the devourer of light..
Serannah is her name.. And her heart is full of venom and lies..
For hundreds of years, she has lived in secret.. Hiding in the shades of night..
But today is the day, when she will descend down from the sky..
To claim her place in this world.. She's a witch, a rotting plague, a real curse..
As long as she lives, there'll be no peace.. She is a human form of death and diseases..
And even one look from her deadly and black eyes..
Can kill you instantly.. Without pain and suffering..
And even one drop of tears, when she starts to cry..
Can burn everything.. Leaving nothing, but blood and ashes behind..
'I see two mortal men.. Standing at the gates..'
'Holding torches, wielding axes.. But they're far too late..'
'Should I steal their souls.. And cast them into the black nothingness..'
'Or should I summon my minions.. And let them to eat and devour, until there would be nothing left..'
Either way.. There's no escape.. The end of this world is at hand..
And soon my shadows will engulf every forest and land..
This day shall be known as a day.. When the mankind disappeared..
And there's no way to stop me now.. This dream of mine shall become real..
But before I will destroy this world..
I desire to sing.. With a voice, so evil and cursed..
Welcome to my home, to the gallery of darkness and lies
This is the hall of emptiness and demise
I've a tongue of poison, I've a mind so dim and cruel
I'm the face of every mirror, I'm the serpent's truth
'And those two men just watched, as she raised her staff and called forth all that is dark and forgotten.
And by using those forces, she casted a bolt of black thunder, and as it exploded, it destroyed everything in it's wake. And thus, she had fulfilled her promise.
The world ended.. Forever?'
But not everything was lost..
Something new will always arise from the ashes of destruction..
Though she ended the world, our spirits will still live on..
And in shadows we shall await.. For a hero, who will arrive one day..
To save and redeem us all.. He'll resurrect our spirits, he'll take back our souls
He'll show us a way, to put an end to her wicked and evil play..
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen