EnigmaticProcession

    The glyphs on Ignus's skin began to glow, a familiar red hue filling the otherwise dimly lit room. Beyond the luminescent runic language carved in the strange sorcerer's flesh, there were very few sources of light in the area. Only a circle of candles shone out in the darkness. The candles were meticulously arranged in an elaborate pattern, made all the more clear by the lines drawn between them on the floor. Ignus stood near the center of this odd assortment, an ornate bowl sitting just in front of him. A frothy white liquid sloshed about in the bowl, subtle shades of reds and yellows reflecting off its surface. With hands extended towar

Just a writing experiment that's vaguely poetic. Wanted to see if I could use the same foundation for two "different" poems, one "good" and one "bad." Endings could be a bit better, but I couldn't think of anything else. Maybe I'll touch them up later. --- "Good" Ending Tear my heart from my chest, so you can see it beat your name Pounding out the syllables one by one, in hushed tones only you can hear Watch the crimson blood course through my veins, The bright red hues of passion, the firey colors of affection Rip out my lungs, so they may join my heart in song Pushing forth winds with which to carry the tune to your ears Expel my m

    As his last foe fell, Cyrus hefted his sword, letting it rest on his shoulder as he strode down the long hallway before him. The door he'd been waiting to pass through for the last four years stood just a few yards away. His face remained stern, not showing a single sign of emotion. Within moments he was there; face-to-face with the entrance to the end of his journey. “Am I really doing the right thing?..” He said aloud to himself. “Of course I am. I’ve traveled thousands of miles and created numerous body piles to make it here. I can’t let my fear get the best of me now. I can’t second guess myself. Th