Aching, burning.
Flashes of silver pierce,
Blades bite deep.
Edges glint crimson,
Hot streaks cascade,
Blood pools thick—
Lava cutting new paths into flesh.
Pain carves through marrow,
Twisting raw.
Cold air screams,
A sharp sting ripping through.
Water rises,
Filling lungs,
Choking breaths into silence.
Earth breaks beneath,
Loose fragments bury—
Weights pressing down.
Fire ignites beneath skin,
Scalding every nerve.
The abyss swallows all.
Darkness spreads wide.
Each breath—
A knife sharper.
Each scream—
A shadow closer.
Fire tracing raw paths,
Scalding streaks burn down
Windows of the soul.
Molten flames erupt,
Splintering veins
In trails of liquid agony.
Golden light flares,
A brief, searing beacon
Swallowed by ash.
Smoke curls and twists,
Coiling around fraying edges,
Suffocating glimpses of warmth.
Fire consumes all it touches.
Crimson embers smolder,
Lighting the way for ruin.
Each spark dances madly,
Biting deep,
Turning flesh to searing memory.
Wind fans the inferno,
Unrelenting gusts
Dragging flames across fragile ground.
Water spits,
Fizzling in protest,
Unable to quench the growing blaze.
Earth blackens,
The crust cracking,
Giving way to fiery destruction.
Each flame, alive—
Each flicker feeds the abyss.
Pain burns,
Heat presses deeper.
Shadows rise,
Drawn to the blaze,
Hungry for its chaos.
Fire, untamed,
Burns until nothing remains.
Earth shifts.
Loose walls pile high.
Cracks run deep.
Dust falls.
Fragile crust
Barely holds.
Fear trembles beneath,
The weight presses tighter,
Threatening collapse.
Water crashes down—
Heavy, endless, crushing.
Tides rise,
Dragging all beneath their grip.
Waves break like snapping bones,
Splintering rock to shards.
Surges batter, relentless,
Leave no reprieve,
No breath to take.
Currents twist tight,
Suffocating,
A tightening noose
Of liquid terror.
In the abyss,
Lights flicker faint.
Bare. Fragile.
Cut through the flood.
Fear sinks deeper,
Lungs choking
On icy tides.
Willow wisps dance,
Flickering false light.
They whisper promise—
Peace everlasting.
The peace of death.
That is the trap.
Drawn to the glow,
Steps falter.
The abyss pulls tighter,
Hands outstretched,
For a peace that never comes.
Yet—
A fire stirs, ancient and fierce,
Tied to winds that refuse stillness.
The spirit rises.
A tether holds,
Resisting the call.
Though shadows claw at the edges,
Strength defies the lure.
The fire within burns brighter,
Driving the wisps back,
Refusing to surrender
To the silence of their deceit.
Darkness clings.
Cold tendrils seep.
Crimson embers burn
Where warmth lived.
All consuming.
Cold presses deeper.
Shadows smother faint glow,
Crushing what lingered.
Joy dims,
Edges blurred,
Swallowed whole.
Golden moments.
Threads of what was.
Blade-cut.
Strands severed.
Burning wounds, raw and vivid,
Bleeding bright colors
That drain into black voids.
Flashing silver slices.
Crimson rivers spill,
Hot and thick,
Coursing like lava,
Scorching what remains.
Trees once dressed,
Cutting through darkness.
Branches crack,
Splintered under the weight
Of absence.
Eggs, bright and pastel,
Shatter and roll into darkness.
Candles extinguish,
Smoke curling like phantom cries.
Balloons deflate,
Torn edges sinking into shadow.
Frosted cakes crumble,
Decorations falling away,
Each piece buried in the cold void.
Fear grips tighter,
Each cut deeper,
Each drop heavier.
Ornaments dim,
Their glint extinguished
As darkness rises,
Hungry, unstoppable.
Bright hues—white, gold, silver—
Drowned in shadow,
Swallowed by pain,
Consumed by the creeping dark.
Air moves, restless.
A force untamed.
Wind screams hollow,
Tearing what remains.
It devours, splinters stone.
Shreds the unseen.
Its touch sears wounds deeper.
Each gust, chaos unbound.
No stillness.
It howls betrayal,
Echoes lies that stole blood.
Tornado rises,
A spiraling beast,
Tearing the sky apart.
Its fury grips the earth,
Cracking its surface,
Blasting fear into those who watch.
Its shadows stretch wide,
Devouring light,
A force born of stolen bonds,
Each hand withdrawn feeding its fury.
Pain feeds its power—
Every scream grows its strength.
It consumes,
Bound to agony,
Bound to loss.
Unrelenting,
Breaking all it touches.
Water drowns whispers.
Tides smash.
Currents pull under,
Dragging remnants,
Shredding what remains.
Fear suffocates—
Liquid weight crushes bones,
Each surge stealing breath.
Its icy grip pulls,
A relentless tide that erases
All that still lingers in the dark.
Earth collapses.
Stone to dust.
Each crumble echoes.
Absence.
Ties severed.
Buried shadow grip.
Fear burrows deeper,
Roots splinter,
Ground falters.
Golden glow.
Lost in darkness.
Twisting. Inseparable.
Deep waves rise.
Blades twist again.
Crimson agony
Burns resolve.
Flashing silver,
Crimson rivers flow,
Hot and thick,
Pooling beneath,
Marking the ground
With pain unending.
Strength holds fast.
The storm may howl,
The abyss may mock,
But shadows cannot break
What remains unyielding.
Hold fast.
Hope teases.
Fragile. Fleeting.
A taunt.
Mocking abyss.
More agony.
Twisting steel.
Crimson wounds bleed,
Hot lava spills,
Open, raw.
Knowing what was.
Howl of the storm rises.
Lament,
What cannot be reclaimed.
Darkness swallows.
Endless howl.
The broken endure.
Blades twist.
Crimson bleeds.
Untold agony.
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