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I've fallen before, stalking the darkness of life's light
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I was once high above the earth looking down on all the wonders of nature.
The animals and people were both one with each other. With each kill there was
respect. The world knew there had to be sacrifice to survive. Then there came
the change and there was chaos. I watched the world be demolished by greedy creatures
who consumed the earth, taking all for themselves and leaving little for the rest. I watched
as the air grew blacker, as the violence grew, as the blood spilled. No other creature
would kill for no reason, so why do they? This made me angry and this anger took over me. I
fell to earth with blackened wings, sorrow, and anger.
My rising will come with the fall of man kind
I'm not sure when the darkness spread across my wings of winter snow, but when it came there was nothing stopping it from devouring me. I feel from high above and was thrown into a land I had only seen, but never experienced. What was I to do now that I was in a world where they could see me? I thought of all that I had seen, reviewing the memories of beauty, the images of it's newly found ugliness. I felt my blood pulse faster and my body begin to shake. But I was but a baby to it all, mortality hit me like a meteor shower. I hid for years, learning their ways and planning my revenge.
As time pressed on I knew that I had to act, the world was dimming with each passing breath. My plan was not created by the angel I once was; instead I was a flightless creature with ugly hatred in its heart. I remembered when I could fly high and low, visit the earth and play with it's creations in peace. A single tear was shed as the memories came over me again. I quickly wiped it away and the anger returned. If I was to get things done I would need all the strength I could have, my mind needed to be focused on the task at hand.With blackened wings there was no use to them anymore. I was far gone from the happiness I used to be and had to accept that. With a blade in my hands I cut my wings from my back and stitched the wound closed.
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