The strange creature with supernatural features appears to be wrapping blood stained curtains in the middle of stellar nowhere down in the cellar. The fabric is tainted with black metal scent; his sad voice reflects from the walls with brightness and meaning. Sometimes he smiles with electrical charge like he no longer thinks in shadows, but his wicked secret mirrors in his eyes painstakingly strongly.
His energy vividly flows, and like the light of a torch, infinitely grows. A strange illusion he undergoes while the dirty draperies levitate below his fallen bones, as he delicately flows. Paradoxical waves reflect the brightness of his consciousness perishing into silence, while his spirit is falling into oblivious darkness. He is now a ghost of forgotten reality, he is now a no-one with no meaning. His temple is hell, his home is nowhere.
His emotions lost
His past is absent and off
He is now forgotten reality’s ghost
Every night he emerges from underground
To fly with bats overground
His spirit is non-complying and forsaken
His reality is forgotten, meaningless, and desecrated
His temple - his underground chamber
Illusion forever!
Written by Nightcreature
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