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Death Searcher Part3
The night passed uneventfully with the two of them taking refuge in some sort of burnt out vehicle. Or at least, that was all Yerunan could figure out that it was. Ariet called it a 'tank', but unfortunately that meant nothing to him. It was, however, a place to stay, and for that he was grateful. Or at least he was happy that he wasn't spending the night outside. There was the stench of something in the air; it was a something he couldn't identify, but it churned his stomach and made him thankful that he lived in a world that was at least marginally sane when compared to this one.
Ariet, for her part, was doing her best not to antagonize him any more than she already had. The heavy silence this created was in itself annoying; Yerunan could tell she was just dying to talk to him about something, or more likely, several somethings. And actually, it would probably be important in the morning. Right no
Death Searcher Part2
After what seemed like forever, Yerunan stopped in the middle of a path, signaling to Ariet that she should do the same.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked, in a hushed whisper, wary that there might be another corrupted spirit headed their way.
"The trail stops here." He replied. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, looking at other nearby paths to see if any of the spirits had jumped. He opened his eyes, "This is the end of it."
"How can you be sure?" Ariet asked, "I remember vaguely changing paths before you saved me, are you sure that the trail doesn't just continue somewhere else?"
"I'm positive," He replied. "Though you probably can't see it, there is an open door to the living world here, and it reeks of corruption."
"Still, he could be sending them through from multiple points, you know."
"So he could, but there is another reason that I know this is the place," He paused, "I can smell the death magic from the shell you inha
Death Searcher part1
Death touches all worlds, and through death all are connected. This is probably one of the last and greatest secrets that were taught to the necromancers of old (old being a relative term of course). The existence of other worlds is one of the most closely guarded secrets of all time. In fact, the necromancers were told on the condition that they would only travel to these other worlds under the direst of circumstances, and even then, they were not to let anyone know of the existence of their own world, or the secret to their method of travel.
For many years this commandment was not a problem for the necromancers of Abintra. Few had a fascination with the affairs of other worlds, and even fewer had the time to pursue such interests. It was only when the dead of the other worlds started coming through to our own world that we started to wonder what was on the other side.
"Mother of demons," Yerunan cursed un
The Widow's Sonnet
Today you touched my soul, though you are gone
Your piercing gaze still won't leave me alone
And though your years sans life have been so long
You watch me nightly from the great unknown
Why do you haunt me in this lonely night?
Why do you torment so my poor, lost soul?
You shall leave with the coming of the light.
So let not heartache be your true some goal
Though long the years, for you I still do care
Of you I'll think, but shall not pine
But absent not the love we still do share
And in the end our love togeth'r shall shine
Until that time, my love, please do you wait
For you are gone before, and I am late
The Widow's Sonnet
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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