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Fire, the Fiend

March 1, 2010
By neshkuh GOLD, Lower Mainland, Other
neshkuh GOLD, Lower Mainland, Other
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During the darkness of a lonely midnight, a dying ember burnt a hole through a silken, velvet curtain.

It fluttered and floated in through a broken window unhindered by a shutter, and perched onto the ebony threads sitting still in a shadowed room.

The room was finding peace; a tempest having raged through it, lifted mere moments earlier.

Mortal, human shrieking and evil, gloating hearts had spoken curses unto heaven, shattering names of angels, and left a gaunt maiden with eyes streaming to lie on the ancient floor, haunted by the horrors witnessed.

She floated, distant, lost in slumber as the smoke grew denser from the fiery cloth, no ghastly crackling nor tinkle of glass awoke her.

As ominous flames grew nearer, her burden was relieved; her soul flew through the unmerciful shards, her body left as token to those she'd adored, an echo of a maiden, laying on the floor.

The author's comments:
From an assignment in creative writing.

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Aderes47 GOLD said...
on Mar. 28 2011 at 10:24 am
Aderes47 GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Henry Drummond

it's not quite a poem, it's not quite a story...

You have a fascination with fire and midnight and dark things. Where does it come from?