Immortal [Pt. 1], by maddy_7929 Subscribe to rss feed for maddy_7929

I want to be
In a dark, dreary place.
Where evil lurks
And everything's misplaced.

I want it look
Like it's old and decrepit
With cobwebs and dust
So awful you smell it.

I want it to seem
Like an awful home.
Like where vampires and werewolves
Would love to go.

I want it to feel
Repulsive and terrifying
So that no living mortal
Could imagine surviving.

I want there to be
A giant stone table
Covered in markings
And decaying symbols.

I want the light to be yellow
From old burning candles
Being held from the ceiling
By chains and handles.

I want the dust on the floor
To contain ashes of the past
From those who tried to fight
And made it their last.

I want stains on the rugs,
Chairs, and tapestries
As a bloody reminder
Of all the catastrophes.

I want it to be silent,
No sound ever heard.
Until they're awakened
They can't be disturbed.

I want them to rise
And conquer all mortals
Myself included
So I can be immortal.
Posted: 2013-12-28 06:09:12 UTC

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2014-05-21 06:43:06George Chow
is it hard :) so long..