Cold wind blows,
Sounds of thunder
No other noise of abound
No, not a mutter.
Grief sticken heart
Eyes glisten with tears.
While I'm alone in the dark
I know no fears.
For I walk amongst the tombstones
Spade in hand.
No one can stop me
No king, queen, or foolish man.
Grief's taken hold
Sadness, a tighter grip
Wracking sorrow
Tears fall to my lip.
No, know man can stop me,
No one so foolish
For if they do
Like the dead their life they will relinquish.
My Madeline awates me
Deaths cold embrace take me
No
No
No
Cast aside such doubt
As they sputter and spout.
Kill the words that speak to you so.
Your sadness guides you
Filled with regret and woe
But no
Onward I tread
Mission strong in my head.
"It must be done"
I say once more.
"Madeline awaites me,"
I implore.
A mad man's tune.
Speaking to one's self.
Chatter of psychosis
My words belt.
But I am no mad man
My mission is true.
I believe my words.
Do you?
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
Forward I tread,
My feet disturbing the gravel bed
Forward Forward
As I walk amongst the dead.
Crack of thunder
Flash of lighting
We're my mind at ease
I might find it fighting
To do the thing that must be done
My to task completed
before I see the morning sun.
"You can still retreat"
My thoughts suggest
Beckoning for one as I
to put my task at rest.
"Forget poor Madeline."
"Her earthy time is done."
"Move one with life."
"She'd want for you a better one."
"She loved us so
We know this to be true.
Now let her rest
To enjoy Valhalla as she waits for you."
"Silence" I scream
Disturbing quiet night
"My task has not be completed yet this night."
"And be it may that she waits for me
To blaspheme against the gates of Valhalla to get her back?
So it will be."
"Her time with me has not yet come.
Cut short it was.
Not a chance she'd had to even bore me a son."
"Or daughter maybe
Not one child had did she.
Life lost at such an age as twenty three."
"Do you mourn me not
Mind fild with lies."
"Do you not seek to once more look into her eyes?"
To see her laugh
To hear her sing
My Madeline was taken from me.
Not even before I could bestow with her a ring.
Now silence Mind.
Silence doubt.
Say not a thing.
No sputter, no spout.
Kill these thoughts.
Our mission is at hand.
To bring Madeline back
from Valhalla land.
My mind Silenced
A word he did not mutter.
Not a sound
A word
Nor stutter.
Onward I tread
Arcane words in my head
Words or power, as I walk amongst the dead.
A few more steps.
Up one row.
There I find it grey tombstone
Where I last cry my melody of woe.
My Madeline
My Madeline
Her she lay
Not for long though
For I would have my way.
Visously my Spade dug
Disturbing the land.
In my eyes
The grief of a righteous man.
Lighting clash, strike, and scream
The world fighting against things it had never seen.
Fervently I dug.
Disturbing grassy rug.
My body fuel by what seemingly was a drug.
Onward I push.
As the sky's split.
Raing falling heavy like venomous dragon spit.
Lash my body
The heavenly water falls.
Soak my clothes to my bones and all.
Nothing would stop me.
No man
Woman or beast.
My love starved heart ravenous for a feast.
Thunk goes my Spade
As it finds its mark.
And I'm my heart, a dim joyous spark.
So close am I to completing my task,
To rip off my grief
As it were a mask.
Remove the lid from were she lay.
There my Madeline
Motionless in her stay.
Skin no color
Heart no beat
She was not more
Than a pile of meat.
Though not for long
As I look,
Arcane words spoke
As my body shook.
The heaveans lament
As I speak words unholy.
Something that was not I,
Had control over me.
From whence the words came?
Oh! but in a dream.
Ushering in promises
Of things I could never dream.
But for none did I want
Except for one.
To bring Madeline back.
So we can have our day in the sun.
My words echo and howl
Just as the wind
My thought raspy and sore
As I commit unholy sin.
To defy God
Was such my act.
But gone was such thought
My mind filled with black.
More my words belt
Bringing power I'd never felt
Madeline's decrepit fragrance I had not smelt.
Then in an instant
All was quite.
To utter a sound? No, I would not try it.
For this was it.
My words were true
Madeline stured
With life anew.
Her eyes flickered and fluttered
Mouth mumbled and muttered.
Body shifted and shuddered.
And as her lids lock open.
There it was a token.
Token of the mind I'd lost.
For I had brought Madeline back,
But at what cost?
Bolt upright she sat
Backward I tumbled,
Dirt landing on my lap.
Cold fear took me.
Gazing into her dead eyes shook me.
What on earth had I done?
Madeline was gone, and what was here? A different one.
Dead mones escape her lips.
Knashing rotting teeth searching for a grip.
At my flesh she bit.
Slinging spittle and spit.
My eyes opened as I sat I'm the pit.
Madeline was no more, and what I had awakened i could never adore.
Some demon from the nether world had waked through the open door.
Saddens gone
Replaced with fear.
She drew closer, as my end drew near.
Rotting skin, smelling of death.
Maggots fall from her mouth
As she breath raspy breaths.
Srambling back I hit the dirt wall
A grave I'd dug for myself
As my tears start to fall.
But still I knew what I had to do.
Send the creature back that I had brought through.
It grasped to my leg.
Rotting fingers reaching for skin.
This was penance for my dreadful sin.
Spade in hand I raised it high,
to live through this night.
It was Madeline or I.
Down my tool went cleaving through skin.
Crusbing bone and sinew
Making a dreadful din.
Again and again my tool struck the creature.
Caving away, till I knew not a feature.
And whence it was done, I'm the grave I lay.
Just as the sun began to make it day.
Tears filled my eyes.
Agony renew.
My Madeline was gone, locked behind Valhalla's gates I knew to be true.
But no.
I was no mad man, my words were just askew.
To bring a loved one back you'd try anything wouldn't you.
Depression take hold as I lay with the corpse.
New Arcane words battling away my minds retorts.
Try again to bring her back?
Oh, but of course.
