[OLD BUT NOT DELETING]In an alternate world with demons and strange creatures of all kinds, a story of an unnatural creation is told.
A soft rain pours outside a house in the suburbs of a town.
Lightning flashes as a man in tattered bloody clothes is leaning on his arm on the dusty, blood covered floor. He stares, frightened at the scene before him. He regains some of his composure then slowly and shakily gets up, leaning with his hand against the wall, keeping himself up. The carnage before him, to say the least was gruesome, made him retch from the smell. His family lay before him, his wife and children unrecognizable for the damage done to their bodies. Limbs had been mangled, chewed off by what had attacked them. He had not gotten away without injuries of his own; his arm was useless but whole. "Demons, filthy no-good demons ." The man muttered as he drug his children's bodies out of the house. After he had done that he started dragging his beloved wife's corpse from the house. "Margaritte I'm
Battle of the Abyss and SaintBattle of the Abyss and Saint
Lost in a battlefield of emotions,
A cacophony of endless depressing feelings,
Woe, unto the battlefield ride the protagonists of the Abyss,
Lead by a saint clothed in the light of good intention,
Hark, evil emotions,
For your time of desolation has come,
The goodness of the saint,
Will ward off many of these transgressors,
Though some shall break the protection,
The army of the saint,
Love, Kindness, Affection, and Caring,
Will protect those of whom Despair, Depression, and Loneliness attack,
All will end well for those who trust in the strength of the Human Soul.
Saint in Blue JeansSaint in Blue Jeans
Years of hurt and sorrow,
Although kept to myself,
It never helped to bottle it inside,
Over time having to build an armor,
But it having no effect against the onslaught of saddening aches and sorrow,
Having no shield to defend myself,
Forced to admit defeat on many occasions,
For lack of offensive skill and sword,
But a saint in blue jeans to come and help me with aches of inner
Thank you saint in blue jeans,
For you ease the pain of carrying this burden.