The candle stands defiant within the darkness of the ancient tomb. A slight curious draft whispers gently from beneath the stone door. Its passing stirring slightly, the dust upon the earthen floor. Within this ethereal caress the flame begins to dance hypnoticaly. Eager, erratic movements summoning beams of light that hurdle with the deadliest of intent at the now retreating shadows. They in turn, throw themselves in vain against the tomb walls. Most die instantly under the burning vengance, of lights strong desire to exist... What remains, throws itself behind objects, hiding fearfully from this, its only predator. My eyes narrow at the unexpected carnage before me. I feel theyre pain as they waver in panic and fear within the darkest corners of the room. Theyre voices a crescendo of maddening whispers, pleading for mercy in the sudden onslaught of glowing rage. All darkness is consumed within this onslaught of light. But there is a flaw in this balance... No light is forever, and sadly, its fate is to eventually fall before the relentless eternal dark. Knowing in my undead heart, that the candle burns most bright before it goes out... I reach over and extinguish the light.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 22:40:56 +0000
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