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Seraphim Anthology #02 - The Will Denied
A poem by Seraphim
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Why do I know, but cannot defy
Upcoming things, that pass by my eyes
The fact remains, the future unchanged
Despite the knowledge, interference caged
Why can I inflict, but nothing shatters
My wrath unleashed, the target misses
Powers I wield, nothing but futile
The threats given, found all but mild
Why can I heal, but I'm left broken
My body bruised, my soul shaken
Inside of me, the wound remains
Blood still rushing, the eternal pain
Why nature's path, it's strength unwind
The will that's pulled, still acts like vines
Within myself, the vines retangle
To bind my actions, my words mingled
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Another mix of inspiration and emotion over there. Fells much better now that it's out. Well, like I said, the feature story is based on what's on the tagboard. Since all I see is flood messages, guess what I wrote about? So, here's the second part to the story.
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#02 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Flooding
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The pit seemed endless, seemed to stretch out into the infinite abyss. Fortunately for him, the end was nearer than he thought. With a loud splash he reached the bottom of the pit. It was not a pit, but a cave. Surprisingly there was illumination that came from nowhere, making everything that was in the cave visible. The water was deep, and despite the illumination he could not tell how deep the water was. With a renewed sense of hope, he made his way to the edge of the water.
Time lost hold of him a long time ago, since he was wandering in the darkness. It did not matter as he seemed to be lingering along eternity in his lost state. But as his arms grew tired of swimming, he regained his sense of timing. No matter how long he had been swimming, the edge of the water did not come nearer. In fact, it seemed to stretch on further, even though he was moving towards the supposed 'edge'. Then he realised that it was not a current as he suspected that was pulling him, it was the water level that was rising.
Panic washed through him as he realised the threat of drowning. Then it struck him as strange that he was worrying about death. Why did it matter to him? Then he became bliss of his mortality, easing all efforts to stay afloat and allowed himself to be dragged away by the shifting waters.
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